In a changing world,

We still hold on to our favourite things,

Even as turmoil swirls,

We toil away trading grimaces for grins,

As our memories fade,

Searching for clues to fix the broken,

With joys of rain, and green blades,

Stitching thoughts left frozen,

Hoping to rebuild ships burnt,

Knowing well to leave well alone,

So we put away our tapes, dreams cut short,

Replanting the rest in this new home