I am always creating circles,
Of those in my personal world,
Family, friends and doctors,
Into separate little curls.
Some I try to equalise,
But it's not within my pitch,
Instead i should throw a rope,
When they're lying in the ditch.
In detrement I jump in too,
But that's no good to me or you,
To put myself first is so very hard,
But it has to be to gain a yard.
The shutters are raised up then down,
First I smile then I frown,
Trust is the hardship learning everyday,
Angels are guiding me all along the way.
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