Trouble With Bubbles Poem by shimon weinroth

we live in a bubble
more eliptic than round
foamy and liquid
of colors compound

a membrane resilient and silky
surface so smooth and sound
decides who can enter
and who to keep out

there is pressure on all sides
of gravity within
and gravity without
pushing and pulling

of who to keep in
and who to keep out

our bubble rotates
can not rest or keep stil
turning round and round
in a dizzying spill

fed up with comments
of evil and ill
falls to the ground,
burst and let out its fill

what once was a bubble
so pretty and vain
only a moist stain
is what will remain