Transitions (poem)

I started a “this”
Now I’m a “that”
Didn’t notice it happen
Feeling so flat

Going through changes
Nothing stands still
Prime of my life
And over the hill

I paid the piper
Danced to his tune
From sweat-drenched samba
To Clair de Lune

Going through changes
Nothing stands still
Prime of my life
And over the hill

Change is a constant
But so is regret
You’re the sweetest mistake
That ever I met

The sweetest mistake…

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Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

6 thoughts on “Transitions (poem)”

  1. learning that “that” is better than “this” because I’ve paid the piper which we all must do. Great ending. We can meet that someone special unless we go through the transitions.

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