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[title] => The Changelings
[time] => 2014-08-10 02:23:04
[hometext] => Where are you on your journey?
[bodytext] => Start life helpless; whatta mess! Little seedling, more or less. Can’t sit up, or stand or walk; Try to speak, but only squawk! Little changelings-- hearing, seeing; Human is the art of being! Learn to balance, take a chance; One step two steps—then we dance! Walking, jumping, climbing, smiling! Smarter, faster, now we’re styling! Feed the fire with endless learning; Tiny spark so brightly burning! “We are different!” we proclaim! (Yet all the “differents” look the same)! Now we speak instead of asking; Measure worth by multi-tasking. Cramming lessons in our attic; Wake, work, sleep – on automatic! One-way speak our mode of choice; So in love with our own voice! Running just to stay in place; Join the grown-up human race! Missing life to make a living. Tiny loved ones are forgiving. Little changelings watch us grow; Were we they not long ago? All that stayed the same was change! Day by day we re-arrange! From life’s beckoning come hither; Til our tangled branches wither; We will bloom and shed and grow; Leaving petals in the snow. From the cradle to the casket many gifts will fill our basket; Not the least of which is love; Which this wish to us is of; May we always find our way; Before the sunlight fades each day; May seasons be our heart’s allure; And winding roads our signature! [comments] => 9 [counter] => 315 [topic] => 21 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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