Circles Poem by David Harris

We resurrect ourselves
time and time again
from the pits we fall in.
We climb back out
mind refreshed to start
the whole process again.

Each time we encounter a problem
the ones that we cannot solve
we fall from grace
and have to resurrect
ourselves time and again
just to ensure we carry on.

An ever-increasing circle
that makes our life go round.
One day we will say stop
this is the end of the line
at least for us
and want to get off.



18 March 2011