Just the word ‘alter’ triggers,
Something filled with rigors,
Of life, as I know, an upheaval,
Change from things primeval.
A fondness for change, I have not.
Customary stirs my proverbial pot.
My unattainable reverie is to seek,
Tranquility if I can manage to eke.
Yeah, love the rhymes!
ReplyDeleteI like tranquility too.It's something I always try to seek,
ReplyDeleteYou did good! Sometimes it is hard to eke and be tranquil at the same time, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteLovely to find tranquilly we have to embrace change what a pain lol
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