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  • Writer's pictureMartin Wardley

What would she change?

Does she have a year, a month?

Or does she have a day?

And if she knew

What would she change?

Would she dress in lurid purple?

Paint her hair a Day-Glo pink?

Would she throw all at this

Save the kitchen sink?

What would she say?

How would she think?

Would she retreat

To complete

Past regrets

Would she advance

To lay down

Brand new plans?

Would she tell you how she feels?

Would she show you what it means?

What would she change?

Given she cannot possibly say

A year, or a month, or a day

All that hinders these actions

Are pointless distractions

Used to defer and delay

So now tell me

What would she change?

11th Aug 2022

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