The Circle

Life always seemed like a line.

I thought I was moving forward when I was really moving ’round

in this circle that they call life.

He used to tie your shoes, and now you tie his.

The man who once became old

became like a child again.

The dog who never liked to be held

now sits on your lap letting you cradle him,

and you start to fear your parents becoming like children,

because it means you have to become old, too.

We come to go

and go to come

to live in this circle

that moves so endlessly.

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