The Change

The Change long poem

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His eyes start to shimmer, as the morning dew arrives,
Like the reflection in a mirror, His whole story written in his eyes,
The glassy film he’s wearing, hides the truth behind his lies,
For as he’s moving on through life, he is changing people’s lives.

Ten months ago in Denver, he met a woman on the street,
Her house had burned to ashes; she had nothing more to eat.
Her son had caught pneumonia, and was growing weak and ill,
While her daughter had moved far away, to the land of Orchard Hills.

He saw her sadness and her heartbreak; he saw the pain that burdens bare,
He saw nobody had tried to help them, he saw nobody had even cared.
The man had just left prison, for abusing his ex-wife,
He had tried to fix all his problems, yet, he nearly took his life.

But this image in that reflection, called out to him that day,
That this woman in the picture; had something more to say.
So he stopped and helped the woman, with a warm and welcoming hand,
He listened to her stories, and was soon thinking of a plan.

Five months ago in Europe, this woman has a home,
She is happier than ever, as she is living now in Rome.
Her son no longer needs her; He has healed and moved away,
Her daughter is now married, with a baby on the way.

The man who stopped to listen, had helped this woman through her pain,
And from that act of kindness, they were soon dancing in the rain.

Three months ago in Denver, The place that they had met,
This man went down on one knee, as the sun had started to set.
He asked the woman a question, He told her of his love,
He said they were forever, That she was his blessing from above.

One month ago in Denver, The two of them got married,
And nothing made him happier, Than the baby she now carries.

They say his eyes never shined brighter, Then the day his baby girl arrived,
A beautiful reflection of his wife, Through the beauty of his eyes.
The glassy film he was wearing, No longer hides the truth behind his lies.
For as they moved on together, They had changed each other’s lives.

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"Your mind is the most logical choice, but your heart is the most honest decision" ~Diana CoatesSince I was a young girl, writing has always been one of my greatest passions. Every word of a poem, a book, a lyric all had great meaning. Every line said ment something a bit deeper. If you have ever sat beside a lake alone in twiglight you can catch a glimpse of serenity and tranquility. when your mind is clear and your heart speaks for itself. That is where all my writing comes from.
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The arrival of a baby, the advent of love in our lives brings so many happy changes…


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