Change

Nothing stays on roads of end.
Laugh untill you cry.
Be happy while it lasts.
And joke around awile.
You dont want change but you need it.
or life will become like a fine sheet of paper.
A lifeless, useless, helpless life.
Change.

by barbara dawn kirkpatrick

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