Bump

There are bumps
In the road we travel
Some minor adjustments
And some that go bump in
The night but in any case we
Persevere hoping things will get
Better knowing some roads are
Best left and new ones found.
Change is if not scary then
At least a damned bother
Inconvenient to id and
Heart as well as all
Those address
Changes to
Make as
We look
For a
Place
To lay our
Weary head.
Where to go is
A function of where
Our heart is happiest
As grown kids move when
They retire and where our family
And friends are closest like a
Scatter pattern central dot
To rent or buy for a few
Last years some new
Address not to have
To change while
Sharing what is
Left of our life
As the bumps
Joggle our
Cup of
Tea.
So
Easy
To confuse
Where we stash
Our stuff with
Where we
Choose
To call
Home
Even if alone.