The Circle Of Life! Poem by Robert Kallend

Life. A circle, a quickly resolved cycle, to which we all meet the same outcome,
We spend our lives waiting. For the day that the reaper removes us from this world.
The mind, a constant learning machine that gives us skills,
Always learning, always working until its day of expiry and so too does it die.
Eyes, a pair of lenses that allow us to see the world for what it is,
Once poisoned and blinded by society’s pull is the world once more but dark.
The heart, the centre for our emotions, the feelings, the life support.
Why is it that we can break it so many times and still not die?
This one piece, continuously destroyed by those around us,
Resilient and healing until it too stops its rhythmic beat. Death