Enforced change

Enforced change

A Poem by Poeticpiers
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Rhyming sextets

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Enforced Change.

 

Double, double toil and trouble.

As they search amongst the rubble.

Which the fire left behind.

In the hope that they might find

Something that has not been destroyed.

As they struggle to avoid.

 

Recognising reality.

That everything they owned has gone.

They are searching hopelessly.

They do not want to dwell upon.

A future looking very bleak.

Some possessions were unique.

 

They will have to start again.

Although the loss has caused them pain.

Luckily they were insured

What can’t be cured must be endured.

The fire was a tragedy.

Also an opportunity.

 

To show the world what they can do

Change their life style to something new.

Their children grown and fled the nest

 So they can do as they think best.

A smaller house would be ideal

Less maintenance has strong appeal.

 

 

 

 

 

 House hunting gripped their interest.

They faced each day with renewed zest.

Eventually they both agreed

A bungalow would meet their need.

And bought one on the edge of town

A place where they could settle down.

 

Decorate to suit their taste.

Although there was no need for haste.

The house they bought in good repair

They chose their furniture with care.

 

Because they need less quantity.

They settled for good quality.

Which they bought cheap at auction sales.

A strategy which seldom fails.

 

The house is ready to move in.

Now their new life can begin.
There’s more to life than the T.V.

In fact the fire has set them free.

 

To engage more actively

As part of the community.

They’ve rediscovered life is fun

 So much to see and to be done.

They may be old but they can do

A great deal more than they used to.

 

 

 

 

 

Instead of sitting passively

 in their armchairs to watch T/V.

They’ve made a list of things to do

Activities both old and new.

Each day an opportunity

Which they can use constructively.

 

If they so choose .What can they lose?

It’s up to them they can refuse.

No one can tell them what to do

Though it appears they’ve chosen to.

 

Embrace their new life happily

Consign the past to history.

They know the past cannot be changed

But futures can be re-arranged.

Though they still have their memories

Of the way things used to be.

 

Tuesday, 10 April 2012.

 

 


© 2012 Poeticpiers



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Near Durham city UK, United Kingdom



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