Of our lives,
We can only hope
They bring peace, solace
To our souls.
Some spend those precious hours
In fear, in loathing
Of the many hours
They have wasted
With hate, jealousy, greed.
In the sum of it all
Each of us find time
Has been wasted,
Wishing for a different life.
When all we had to do was change.
Changing ones life
Is difficult, hard to do.
Old habits creep in
They are comfortable,
Like an old pair of shoes.
Changing lets us breathe
Fresh air, a new perspective.
If only we take a few hours
To stop, look at the life we live.
Then change comes easily.
If we want it to come at all.
Usually we are stubborn
Regarding change.
In many ways we are all
Like little kids, now aren't we?
