Ironic Poem by Louis Borgo

If every word I say come back to a full circle that would be life I guess

If everything was perfect why does friends call or reply to message would it all be so simple Innocent perfect across the telephone line.

If we mix and match how would parents tell us wrong from right
I guess it is a learning process, if one ask.

If stop to go and knowing the color of a school bus would that be learning or would it be the value of good education or a achievement.

brethren to birds brethren to air brethren to love and laughter I may not know every thing but I know all things come back to the center.