In Time's Ebb And Flow - Poem by john o'connell
in time's ebb and flow
we are like puppets
and being pulled back up again
by the powerful strings
of our own primeval stubborness;
yo-yoing back and forth
while the shooting gallery
shots of fate and fortune
hit or miss.
tragicomedy in the full!
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