My friend
Is
Moving
From here
To there,
To a
House
In Good
Repair,
Replacing
The
Worn
And
Packing
With
Care.
Secretly,
I grieve
To see
Her
Leave
The
Rooms
I know,
But
She
Has to
Go.
I like
My
Friends
To
Stay
Where
I can
Find
Them,
And
Not
Wander
Away.
I don’t
Like
Change.
But
She will
Rearrange
Her goods,
Just as
She should,
And
Be
At home
When I
Call,
So a
New
Location
Won’t
Matter
At all.