Life Cycle

life

The cycle of my life,

starting and ending in a circle,

round and round it goes

losing sight of the beginning,

trying to avoid the ending

for fear of leaving nothing behind

to be remembered by.

Our children prove I’ve been, are you?

Why must I follow in someone’s footsteps?

Why can’t mine be the first

impressions in fresh fallen snow?

This is my cycle,

but it is our existence,

our beginning, our ending,

the cycle of my life.

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