Change Poem by Daniel Spencer

Change

Rating: 5.0


Sadness as I pass your old, enchanting house,
But would I be nourished, as before,
If you were in?
Old truths have withered, fresh pleasures are scarce,
So where now may I be anchored,
When the earth is stony and thin?

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