Accepting Change

There are eight of these but not in a row

Three and then five is how they go

An ‘L’ shaped set each window a bow

Each home up on a bank facing the street

Georgian style, side by side looking neat

One, then another and another repeat

Twenty five years we have lived in ours

New neighbours then we planted our flowers

Working a small garden still takes hours

Every few years one would pass away

Looking back now, not a lot one can say

The passage of time like acts in a play

More swiftly now comes each new change

Each family plans and lives rearrange

Three moves in one spring, ever so strange

And I can do nothing as dear friends leave

Pray life will turn out just as they believe

Their fate a new story for them to weave

Missing their music that through the air floats

Each afternoon when they practice their notes

Belongings all gone with their hats and coats