Poet: Julie Hebert, ©2011
I am aware of what awaits me,
But my nerves are quivering high.
Everything around will be changing,
Am I ready to say goodbye?
Am I ready to leave behind,
All I've known from birth to now?
This idea that life's always changing,
Makes me wonder why and how.
I know change can be frightening,
But I wonder could it be.
Could tomorrow be something wonderful,
That will make me so happy?
I'm done being frightened,
It's time to face the facts.
Moving on to a new chapter,
I will move forward and not look back.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the depths of despair, we often find,
Negative behaviours that seem to bind.
But within us lies the power to change,
To break free from habits that feel so strange.
With self-reflection and a determined mind,
We can leave negativity far behind.
The first step is awareness, acknowledging the flaw,
For without recognition, life changes won't thaw.
No longer defined by negative thought,
We forge a new path, with positivity sought.
A mindset transformed, radiating light,
Inspiring others to change their fight.
So let us embrace life changes, with open hearts,
Conquering negative behaviours, making fresh starts.
For within our hands, lies the power to grow,
To rewrite our stories, letting positivity flow.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer, ©2020
When change happens that is out of your control
Don't sit and pout, and wait to be consoled
All change has some good
We just need it to be understood.
Find that shining light
And focus on what is bright.
We can't change yesterday
But tomorrow is a new day.
Move forward with focus
Life is too precious
To spend on the negative
Finding the good is the imperative.
Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier
O Time and Change! — with hair as gray
As was my sire's that winter day!
How strange it seems, with so much gone
Of life and love, to still live on!
Ah! brother, only I and thou
Are left of all that circle now —
The dear home faces whereupon
That fitful firelight paled and shone.
Henceforth, listen as we will,
The voices of that hearth are still;
Look where we may, the wide earth o'er,
Those lighted faces smile no more.
We tread the paths their feet have worn,
We sit beneath their orchard- trees,
We hear, like them, the hum of bees
And rustle of the bladed corn,
We turn the pages that they read,
Their written words we linger o'er;
But in the sun they cast no shade,
No voice is heard, no sign is made,
No step is on the conscious floor.
Yet Love will dream and Faith will trust,
(Since He who knows our need is just,)
That somehow, somewhere, meet we must
Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress-trees!
Who, hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mournful marbles play!
Who hath not learned, in hours of faith,
The truth to flesh and sense unknown,
That Life is ever lord of Death,
And Love can never lose its own!
