Sunday, May 15, 2011

An Island house and a poem.


All My Life's a Circle
(source: "Rise Up Singing", Peter Blood and Annie P
atterson, 1992.)
by Harry Chapin

All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown
The moon rolls through the night time
Till the day break comes around
All my life's a circle, but I can't tell you why
The seasons spinning round again
The years keep rolling by.

It seems like I've been here before, I can't remember when
But I got this funny feeling
That we'll all be together again
There's no straight lines that make up my life
And all my roads have bends
There's no clear cut beginnings, and so far no dead ends.

I've found you a thousand times, I guess you've done the same
But then we'll lose each other
It's just like children's games
As I see you here again, the thought runs through my mind
Our friendships like a circle,
Let's go round one more time.

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