From this morning's Writer's Almanac

So how does this guy know me so well? Thanks to Garrison Keillor for putting this out there for us.


Poem: "Change" by Louis Jenkins from The Winter Road. © Holy Cow! Press.

Change

All those things that have gone from your life, moon boots, TV trays, and the Soviet Union, that seem to have vanished, are really only changed, dinosaurs did not disappear from the earth but evolved into birds and crock pots became bread makers. Everything around you changes. It seems at times (only for a moment) that your wife, the woman you love, might actually be your first wife in another form. It's a thought not to be pursued.... Nothing is the same as it used to be. Except you, of course,You haven't changed ... well, slowed down a bit, perhaps. It's more difficult nowadays to deal with the speed of change, disturbing to suddenly find yourself brushing your teeth with what appears to be a flashlight. But essentially you are the same as ever, constant in your instability.