We Keep Spinning Poem by David Harris
We Keep Spinning
The old world
keeps spinning round
and we keep
spinning with it.
Our lives
go this way and that,
up and down
and sideways flat.
As the pressures
in our lives increase,
we wonder
if we will ever survive,
but we do
constantly each day.
The only time it will stop
is when
we are dead and gone.
16 April 2008
Life has us all in a spin, we are a part of this world and it holds us safe within... Andy 10
yes I agree, we are existing between the spinning of the planet, time, seasons, diseases, pressures leading to death...a unique theme
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4/27/2024 5:05:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's that crazy circle ride we take.....starts at the beginning and end up right back where we started