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Change of Life
Recycle……reuse
Softly sleeping, under a warm quilt, dreaming
Only for the harsh reality of my loud alarm,
Ripping me rudely awake as it’s screaming
Reflexes kick in, with a thump of my arm.
Precious silence, other than my breathing.
Today, the first day of my change of life
I’d forgotten my alarm was not needed,
I was suddenly a lady of leisure, a housewife
My high pressure role has been ceded.
Loving the free time, the change of pace is nice.
I’m excited to now have the time to create
As I’ve been feeling unsettled and stifled,
But with half finished projects that I can update
Or commence a new craft is delightful.
As I’m sure any crafty person can relate.
My obsolete corporate clothes are taking up space
When they could be recycled. and reused,
I’m strictly opposed to anything going to waste
And my favourite fabrics can be recut and renewed.
Maybe a patchwork quilt of memories interlaced.
