Change -- Poem

If change be the fact of life,

then why in my life is boredom?

The same way it heads, like knife

does, to a man’s doom.

When strength is in me, why I fail

& think of faults that aren’t in me.

Like the wild grass of the woods,

For a change, why not my life be?

Tired I am to plan & engage,

bored I am to eat & sleep,

thirsty I am for a better change,

which never comes to my lap.

I did pray & I did try to begin,

with something new for a change.

I did get the password to login,

among others for a life I love of change.

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Do let me know how you feel about it? Liked it? Is this poem true for you too? Faced such crisis ever?

with warm regards

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