Change through to Terminus

Change rings each station stop,
some join, off others hop.
Few full journey spend
from beginning to end.

Some wind spin as top
tables turn - they drop,
others cause defend,
tender, heartache mend.

Life's train rounds last bend,
your turn to descend.

Alternative version to The Whirling Wheels of Change
(31 January 2012)

poem by Jonathan RobinReport problemRelated quotes
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