Cycle of Life
Cycle of Life
By: Miracle Man
6/26/2020
It’s a human tendency to forget,
for even the sharpest of minds.
I forget things and oft regret,
as days pass and life unwinds.
I often take walks into my past,
where all good memories are stored.
I excavate thoughts unsurpassed,
those substandard are ignored.
My life has seen four quarters,
spring, summer, fall, and winter.
I’ve tried to be a goodwill supporter,
focused on the cross in the center.
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