Change

So here I am (again)
making this decision.
Will I embrace newness
or dig up the old?

I guess the digging process
should be a reminder
that my old life
is in the grave,
dead.

Wearing grave clothes
is more comfortable
than being stripped naked.

But not more liberating.

So I suppose I must change.

Change

I really hate change
It just happens too often
I want to exchange
it for bills just to soften
the impact it has
on my mental health
I can't take the noise as
I jostle my wealth
Most change is useless
Take this for example:
Soda's made progress
A buck's no longer ample
One fifteen I paid
just the previous night
Inflation has made
buying cola a plight
That eighty-five cents
quickly fills up my car
That small change is immense
(Though I could buy a jar)