Change Through To Terminus - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
Change rings each station stop,
some join, off others hop.
Few full journey spend
from beginning to end.
Some wind spin as top
tables turn - they drop,
others cause defend,
tender, heartache mend.
Life's train rounds last bend,
your turn to descend.
Alternative version to The Whirling Wheels of Change
(31 January 2012)
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