I'm changing my thread to wool and my cloth to lace
I'm changing my doubt to faith and my shade to light
I'm letting my soul dance and choose its song
I'm letting my spirit soar to where it ought
Oh brain, deal kindly with me
give room for the heart to crawl
give room for the heart to fall
give room for the heart to rise
give room for the heart to learn
Im changing from what I was given to what I've found
the gifts were keys, I thought they were gods
and the keys were for sharing, I thought they were mine
but Ive changed the lines to paisley


9 readers said:
...change is good.
Liking that those last lines..
thx blogoratti
sure, rose
Lovely poem, I love the middle lines. Well done.
thx myne!
the second to the last verse, that's so sincere. i love your ingenuity.
Tanx!
beautiful poem.
nice rhyme.
.. keep it up
thx sunnyside!
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