Ode to Life

A few leaves still cling to trees, they don't want to fall.
Not knowing what's to come, can often make us stall.
Jobs come and go; and to worry is just folly.
(Reflecting back on 8 lost jobs--Good Golly!)
But change is a'coming, a brand new page I enter,
And with it comes (I hope and pray) a brand new history center.

Yup, change is hard; don't like it much I say.
But with this change, doors open a bright new day.
I still don't know what tomorrow may hold;
I could, for a time, get left out in the cold.
So we will see what paths this life may form.
But in the meantime, I have my wool to keep me warm!