The Ball Comes Ever Round Again Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

I don’t know if the rivers are endless,
Or if life-long love last perpetually,
Yet every moment
Clings to a bit of endless effort.
Beneath the current lies a restive dream
Paradise in a hut
Sometimes is what life might look like.
Knowing the certainty, a resolve finds a way
Elegance to share with what ought to be,
Each deciding daily.

I hope to dwell in paradise
In which its existence starts here on earth
Yes, even here, by thinking well,
Caring well, doing well and loving well
Desiring what you have
Because, the ball comes ever round again.