CIRCLE
We who to this earth
are born
last as long
as it is by our nature
deemed
and from our beginnings strong
and bold
the seed in us grows too quickly old.
each day we begin to fade
and must leave behind
that which in us has died
and having gleaned what is left
we start all over again
Comments
Joe
Life's cycle though there are some things that never die, a good write there Joe, Yours Ian.T
thanks, Ian.
thanks, Ian.
Joe, this is one of my favourite of your poems.
It demonstrates your indomitable spirit.
I truly appreciate that, Jess
I truly appreciate that, Jess.
Joe