We fall in love with our home and the neighbors who become our friends. But time has a way of introducing change into our lives.

 

Nothing remains the same forever. This can happen . . .

 

 

On The Street Where We Live—A Dream Reborn

 

I have often walked down our street before,
And my path has always filled with neighbors I adore.
Each time my emotions soar,
As enchantment pours out of every door.
I feel at peace, knowing I'm on the street where we live.

Oh, the towering feeling just to know my neighbors are near.

The overpowering feeling that any second they might appear.

And when they do, they stop and share their stories with me.
There's nowhere else on earth I’d rather be in our senior community.
I feel at peace, knowing I'm on the street where we live.

 

Let time go by, it doesn’t bother me.
I won't care, for I have friends to see.

If things can just remain the same for all eternity,

This would be the only place I’d ever want to be.

I feel at peace, knowing I'm on the street where we live.

 

However, things do not remain the same, for my street has changed dramatically,

And my wonderful dream has become history.

Longtime neighbors and friends moved closer to family or to the heavens above.

And it became difficult to deal with the loss of neighborly love.

I no longer feel at peace on the street where we live.

 

But then, new neighbors moved in and befriended me.

They embraced me in ways I hadn’t expected to see.

As doors opened to a new time—one of glee.

My street again became the only place I’d ever want to be.

I feel at peace, knowing I'm on the street where we live.

 

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