Rotating Door--Past Lives Contest
Rotating Door
(M J Halliday 20140623)
I stepped through the rotating door,
To be born in a nameless land.
Recycled again, like before...
A soul as ageless as the sand.
No one escapes mortality.
I stepped through the rotating door.
Spent the next life in a city
Among the disenfranchised poor.
The next few lives were marred by war;
Civilizations rose and fell.
I stepped through the rotating door.
A General said "War is Hell".
This time around, I can recall
Glimpses of what happened before.
In broad contexts, this life seems small.
I stepped through the rotating door.
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
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