The Fate Of A Top Poem by Stanley Cooper

The Fate Of A Top



It’s the fate of a top to do nothing but spin
Spinning around and around
Somehow it seems to be too much akin
With some humans, doing nothing profound

Much like most of us spinning our wheels
Tops spin around with no sense
Going nowhere our spinning reveals
Much like the tops, we’re quite dense

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