Change creeps up behind you,
you can’t smell it, hear it,
taste it, see it or touch it.
It can enclose you with fear,
or embrace you in its arms.
It can hit you, kiss you,
or pretend you don’t exist.
It shows no remorse for things you’ve lost
only for what you’ve gained.
This is great Nat! I hope you continue with your Mystery Stories
and your poetry…it makes for great reading.
Anita Marie
found you just by hitting the next button. great design, chillin content. lotsa luck n fun.