When one door closes…

I go, but do not mourn for me

Or grieve that I will never see

The springtime blossom on the tree

Bear autumn gold.

*

The journey calls, the way is clear,

No longer will you find me here,

The door will close without a tear,

The hearth is cold.

*

Perhaps these walls will soon forget

The memories they hold, and yet

I leave them gladly, no regret

The bell has tolled.

*

I’m following a new-born star.

I go, but I do not go far,

(It takes two minutes in the car

Or so I’m told.)

*

I’m moving house; within new walls

I’ll wait until adventure calls

(While fetching endless tennis balls

From where they’ve rolled.)

*

But just for now, it’s madness here

And Moving Day draws all too near

As one by one the rooms I clear

And pack and fold.

*

The dog’s escaped and on the run,

So if you miss me till I’m done,

It’s not as if I’m having fun

On moor and wold.

*

I’m packing boxes, bags and case

As daily, ‘gainst the clock I race

And small, self-walking dogs I chase

When off she’s strolled.

*

The house around me is a tip,

The old arthritis gives me gyp,

Much more of this, I think I’ll flip!

I’m feeling old…

*

But in a week or so I know

I’ll have a brand new home to grow

With seeds of laughter I can sow

If I am bold.

*

So do not mourn the ancient tree,

I’ll plant another just for me

And from my armchair* watch and see

New roots take hold.

*Okay, so I don’t actually have an armchair yet***.

**Ani says she’ll let me share her sofa for a while.