Threw it away

Something I have to do every few years.

I have to force the change.


I burn it all to the ground.

When you can see the slipping
  time for a change.

Held it together longer than normal.

Time for a change.

Time for the new.

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:: oh, i relate to this beautifully moving poem a lot, dear mr. tortoise... sometimes even i compel myself to start afresh... and while i see certain things slip away... i know it's "time for the new"...