POETRY: CHANGES

Seasons come and go

Old man sits in young man's chair

Empty house of toys

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Soon this door will shut

I hope to leave it behind

Greener fields await

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Ashes left by fire

Covers all like a black death

Nourish budding seeds

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These three are not necessarily as related to one another as my usual triple haiku, but they all had similar themes.