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by Neil
Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2195210
Sometimes a piece writes itself & i wonder where it came from & this was one of those.
I am becoming rather concerned
About the position of my disposition
I remember when it was light and breezy
When life seemed to be so easy
But as time has passed me by
With all the changes by which I can't abide
Pushing me further and further away
From the man that I was yesterday
Should I accept that change is inevitable?

As the world around me becomes unendurable
I feel my disposition crumbling
And waves of doubt are crashing over me
Reducing my tranquillity to next to nothing
Can there ever be some kind of improvement?
Not for the world out there that's for certain
So I look inwards for attitudinal changes
An adjustment of my lost position
That brings me to a jagged point
And I recognise some familiar feeling
Is that joy? I remember you well
There's your friend happiness it's been so long

As I round the bend of acceptance
Tears roll down my face with the realisation
That the position of my disposition
Had never shifted at all it was me
Coming home for the first time in years
A calm came over me as I lay
The hands of angels touched my soul
Peace was finally with me that beautiful day

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