I go round and round
Something I can't confound
She goes round and round
Something that she found
It's a circle it's a ball
You could walk around or crawl
How's it fair? Round is infinite
For some reason, for her it's finite
For me, it's just a circle of life
Or end of her midlife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are welcome Sir Edward....Thank you :)