Robert M. Simmons  

from Added Entries (Poems 1991- )

          Change

I am not one to favor fashion change,

each passing fad more drastic than the last,

when treasured garments suddenly look strange,

and I become a relic from the past.

I shudder when the car I wax each week

one winter morning sadly will not start,

and also when my shingles spring a leak

as my old homestead slowly falls apart.

I miss the sandy locks upon my head

and compliments my youthful looks would earn,

but most I miss friends who this world have fled

and times with them that never will return.

Let me say now without a hint of shame

I much prefer that things remain the same.

                      © 2006 by Robert M. Simmons

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