Poetry

Thursday, 15 January 2026

Everything has changed

 She sits alone in her room

Contemplating her doom

I walk along I hear an owl

I think I hear a baby howl

The mist fills the road

Like a broom

Sweeping up everything

On its loom

And silently the world 

Has rearranged

Yes it seems like

Everything has changed


Oh yes I can feel it

Everything has changed


In the park is all so dark

On the stage it's turned over a page

And the night has turned on it's light

Yes everything has changed

Everything has changed

Everything has changed


Everything has changed

It's like a needle and a thread

I'm half alive

But I'm also half dead

I've got this real drama

In her polka-dot pyjama

And I've got

All the shots

Of love and rage

And everything has changed

Everything has changed

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