The Cycle Poem by ally gunther

The Cycle



Life, Love and Death; the three words that matter,
Life gives to all, extends the invitation,
It cares not what you look like and where you’ve come from,
It just gives to you. It is your choice what you do with it, and only you will regret your decisions in the end, when life ends.

Love gives you hope and emotion, connection and devotion,
The only thing you think about during life; friends, enemies,
Parents, wife. Lack of, or plenty of, or even somewhere in the neutral void.
Everyone is stuck in it before they know it, and it goes on and on after you’re dead; love never ends…

Death ends it all, there must be an end.
Everyone cries at the thought of it, but it is so beautiful to know, that you shared so much with that person. Their life is over, yet yours just begins, and then love takes over, death kills you off and it all starts again.

But is everything really finished here, is that the end of the poem we share, or will you make your cycle different?

(08/03/2011)

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