Out in the backyard where I discarded the old bard.. ..I take a moment to think.
This is not the first time I've been on the brink of a change and maybe it won't be the last. But I have put what is past into a polythene sack.. ..let the archaeologist of the future rummage through that.
If this change is a bust..then so be it..I must.. ..change the change that I'm making.. And change is there for the taking..it's free. This is the way that I want it to be.
If it's not done today..the change will not go away.. ..It will wait in abeyance. A conveyance for me when I am finally ready. I'm still out in the backyard with the remains of the old bard. Finding it so hard to leave things behind.