Orb Of My Life Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

If life’s experiences were boxed
The shape of mine would be completely round
An orb in which I revolve about
Tumbling from situation to situation
No anchor to hold in one place
Forever rolling on
No start and no end
Just a multitude of excitements
Moulding character, mixing in the faults
Self critical, yet unashamed
Onwards rolling forever
Until time squashes out the spark
Experience and wisdom forever lost