All the ducks in a row at last
All of the boxes checked and i’s dotted
Time to move and go forward, forward
Packing up everything that makes me, me
Paper, peripherals, clothes, books
Bedroom and office, everything goes
How do I feel now that it’s in motion
Glad for a chance to be myself again
Sad for the loss of moments with grandsons
It’s hard to walk away and make plans
For a new life again, a new place, home
Next comes the carrying of all the boxes
The storage to be emptied on arrival
Open the door to change, confidently
Stepping inside the glass dome of time
Ready and able to feel the joy of earth
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