Change ©Wendy Ealey 2003
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Some say change is a good thing but I don’t believe it
It feels like a thief stealing good times from me
Time moves so fast and I cannot retrieve it
My nows become thens and I’m left here to grieve
It just doesn’t seem fair – I hate change…
…hate change

When I was quite small my folks came home excited
They had seen this great house they were clearly delighted
I listened with horror to their big surprise
There was fear in my gut and tears poured from my eyes
How could they uproot me and force me to change
I was perfectly happy a new place would be strange
No need for upheaval, no need to improve
On perfection, but nobody listened we moved - again

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When my parents split, my small world blew apart
Estranged from my father, my hardened young heart
Condemned him completely, kept him at a distance
After years and much effort, some quiet persistence
I came to forgive him, and now he is aging,
His body is letting him down and he’s raging
His once powerful legs now have knees that are hurting
His health is deserting him, his life is changing - again

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My sister went travelling a long time ago
She went over the waters adventuring, you know
That I ached every minute while she was away
I missed her so badly I felt it each day
And when she returned here the yearning was gone
As though dark clouds had lifted, the sun fairly shone
She is part of my lifescape, I assumed she’d stay on
But her son’s future beckons and soon she’ll be gone – again

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The new house was terrific, I loved every minute
That time, fate and fortune gave me to live in it
My parents apart still, became friends again
And when I am orphaned, that’s not if, it’s when
I’ll know that we all did all that we could
To let go of the bad and hold on to the good
And when my sister takes her son over the waters
I may manage better, now my parents’ daughters
Are older and wiser and both of us know
That we have each other wherever we go
Still…I hate change, hate change