The Circular Path Poem by Eric Cockrell

how many times have
civilizations risen,
only to fall?
pounding their chests,
'we are the only ones,
no one came before! '

how ignorant and arrogant
to actually believe...
and how sad,
the same mistakes,
over and over again.
when will we learn?

the first buds of spring
remember the snows of winter,
the leaves of autumn decayed,
the passionate harvest of summer...
why not we?
the path long, wraps in circles,

the ashes on which we step
smell faintly of us!