(An Italian sonnet)
We all are subject to the winds of change,
We’re never stable till our lives are through;
So show me what it is I need to do,
To understand the new, indeed, the strange.
I take these steps, my life I do exchange,
My frame of reference will seem askew;
Yet with this move I hope I will not rue,
The life I’ve learned I’ll need to rearrange.
The path divides before me up ahead,
Both strong and capable I now arise;
I do not view the scene with clenching dread.
I’ll be a leader and not one that’s led,
Adapting to events without surprise,
Until the change comes for me in my bed.
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