Circles - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
Notice how the circle
Endlessly it curls around
In a timeless turning hurdle
With no End there to be found.
Like a big race with no Aim-
A constancy of wasted Time,
Living Life a silly game
Such endeavor's like a crime.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
“If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.”
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