Life as a Circle.
Life, A circle, I wish it were.
We’d be superhuman being able to correct
All the mistakes, but would we really inter
Our weaknesses causing our lives to wreck.
God, why did you create us?
We trip on the same tether lines
One over confident other a wuss.
Down along this road narrowing as it whines.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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