Wheel of Life
It keeps moving,
Round and round;
Gathering the dust,
On the ground.
Sprinting across the milestones,
Or dawdling leisurely in the woods;
Striving to climb rocky heights,
Or sliding gently down the inclines.
Walks, runs, trots,
On surfaces rough and smooth;
Bumpy rides on patchy roads,
Takes it all and comes through.
Keeps moving inch by inch;
Until one day,
When it breaks its spine,
Wears down and
Crumbles flat on the line;
No longer able to breathe in,
The invigorating air
That keeps it going.
And thus collapses,
The once bouncy,
Wheel of life.
Round and round;
Gathering the dust,
On the ground.
Sprinting across the milestones,
Or dawdling leisurely in the woods;
Striving to climb rocky heights,
Or sliding gently down the inclines.
Walks, runs, trots,
On surfaces rough and smooth;
Bumpy rides on patchy roads,
Takes it all and comes through.
Keeps moving inch by inch;
Until one day,
When it breaks its spine,
Wears down and
Crumbles flat on the line;
No longer able to breathe in,
The invigorating air
That keeps it going.
And thus collapses,
The once bouncy,
Wheel of life.
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