Round and round,
went the memories of pain
As the joy slid off,
in an unending refrain
Round and round,
the promises spun
And one by one,
into lies they’ve become
Round and round
my heart was passed by
Your eyes looking distant,
mine alone left to cry
Round and round,
my life came and went
In blind revolution,
—more borrowed than lent
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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