
Wednesday 21st October
Change arrives, a quiet sigh
Skies grew grey before my eye
Bright would fade, dark would loom
Fleeting joy, a passing gloom
In and out, this ebb and flow
As the world appears, you know
Radiant warmth to chilling drip
Constant journey on life's ship
When the grey descends once more
I'll wait for sun to grace the floor
Love you so much
xxxxx



































































