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Change Is Always

May 5, 2023

When I go to college and am all alone

I'm going to miss the place we all call home.

Sitting at the table while all cracking jokes

Inhaling the smell of turkey being smoked

Hearing the sound of bread becoming toast

Boy, how I’ll miss my old folks.

My mind wandering in boredom during class

I’ll be thinking about what life was in the past,

Like arguments over taking out the trash

Or whose muscles will most last.

Though only a group of three

My home is a part of me

Always will be, Or at least indefinitely.


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