What All Do Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

What All Do



Or do not transcends
memory thought.

Many are the wheels
we are taught.

For children adult alike
the spokes on the
simplest of bikes.

Taught once early
nought with
fraught
the wheel
of life does
spin around..

Catch them
soon
no sad tune
to your ears
I have heard
much to
early.

Harmony is
the wheel.

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Uloia Norris Moore

Uloia Norris Moore

Southern United States
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