I went to the shop and I bought a coat,
I gave the guy a ten-pound-note.
He gave me twenty pence change.
No. Not that sort of change!
So then I took the coat back
And put it on a rack
Because I wanted it changed.
No. Not that sort of change!
On my way home while on a walk,
A caterpillar ate a stalk.
Into a butterfly it changed.
No. Not that sort of change!
Years went by and I decided to move.
However, nought I knew about this move.
I thought it was just a change.
No. Not that sort of change!
I wasn't sure why I was wrong,
But it made a kinder soul.
And that is my story of change.
Now that's the sort of change!
This poem was written for a school poetry competition about change as it was national poetry day a few days ago.
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Broken Voices
PoetryOriginal short poems and quotes written by me about various topics with various meanings. Some of these are personal to me, so please don't hate beyond this point🐱 Cover by @TheGirlOnline14
