Change is what will never change.
There’s some new change tomorrow.
Let street and alley rearrange
As joy takes turns with sorrow.
There is no randomness to see.
There’s nothing that was forced to be.
The choosers chose and choice arose.
The dancer ever on fresh toes
Spins on with Love eternally.
Photo: “Courthouse Viewed from an Alley” by the author linked to Tuesday Photo Challenge — Alley.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
This is so very true, Frank. I really like this poem.
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Thank you, Robbie! I am glad you liked this poem.
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This is the sort of poem I would love to write.
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You might be able to. Do you have a blog I could read? I don’t see one linked with your name. Thank you for your comment!
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I do have a blog on WordPress. com under the name of OwnShadow. You should be able to find posts under that name in Reader. Thanks for you enquiry!
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“wordpress ownshadow looking for people to share the written word” finds it easily in a search engine.
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I found it!
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Beautifully written, and read.
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Thank you, Peter!
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I love this vision of change as “the dancer ever on fresh toes.” Really nice!
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I am glad you liked that phrase! Thank you!
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Such truth expressed in such a catchy way!
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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Love the cadence and the read Frank ~
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Thanks, Grace!
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I like this, especially the first 2 lines.
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Thank you!
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Nice write, Frank. I tried to pick out a favorite line but I love all of them. They’re all so meaningful.
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I am glad you liked it, Lynn!
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Outstanding poetry, Frank. I truly enjoyed this one.
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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Yes, everything changes. Always. Great poem frank.
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Thank you, Mary!
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“The choosers chose and choice arose”……how does humankind not see this is thebottom line, in every situation? Wonderful, Frank.
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There are people who don’t think we can choose because we do have constraints on what we can do. Since we don’t have absolute free will, they believe we don’t have any free will. I was trying emphasize that we do make choices and perhaps all of reality does as well all the time. Thanks, Sherry!
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Change is. Well versed.
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Thank you!
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Fab poem and nicely read. I love the 2 lines “The choosers chose………..” & “The dancer ever on fresh toes” – evoked a strong image in my mind. Interesting alleyway too 🙂
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Thank you, Judith! I liked the sound of those two lines as well. I am glad you enjoyed this!
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God, Frank this is a magnificent poem. ❤ Thank you. You are really talented! Truly – I connected to the sacred as I read it. Blessings, Debbie
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Thank you, Debbie! I am glad you were connected to the sacred when you read it.
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This has a lovely rhythm Frank, and points well made.
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Thank you, Andrea! I am glad you enjoyed it.
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This is gorgeous, Frank. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you!
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Sing anew Song
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Verse A Blanket more..
ALWay New Note
Dance Step
from never
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beyond infinity word..:)
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Thanks, Fred! We all need to keep dancing to the songs we hear.
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