hope in change

change is at my door step

i must welcome her
old lady who occupied my main floor
is leaving my home

i must let her go

with her there in my upstairs
was much whining
and i had no time

to relax, or

take care of my sugar level
and my old dreams were
frequently nightmarish

while my sleep was shallow

and my stomach half empty
making me a dog
walking with no purpose

change is likely to clean up

mess the old woman left behind
scrubbing floor and countertops
before thinking of a new menu

and a new venue

for dancing and singing
driving further away my baggage
burden of bygone days and nights

© henry victor