The Circle Of Life Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

from the very first cockcrow
to the very last tick of time's utility
they tread this life always on opposite lanes
now every step forward nears fatality
and velocity declines but only at the shaking of hands
one short breath exhaled is inhaled by this SIGNIFICANT other!
so whenever the other turns right
this proclaimed partner turns left
and meet again at the crossroads like they never parted

God crafted them of different manners
soon flawless life is enervated,
impeded, incumbered and not endorsed
every insiration is matched with almost adequate conspiracy,
they appear miles apart but they're locked
in close proximity lilke a wheel to a rim
and when the cries of despair uproar
you discern that you'll always be back to square one...or not