The Way Things Are

I am not sick
What I have is the getting older blues
If I want my life to get better
Then I have to make it that way

Sometimes it takes getting older
To realize what you have is not so bad

Change

 

 

Forty cents on a headstone

Waterlogged silk flowers

And a question

 

Why must change be something we search for?

It is just a way love can find its way out

And nickel and dime our hearts.

 

But the winds blow

And time enables our hearts and minds

To change