So, Lo! once again, I come round-robin
From whence – and once more! – I began.
Low are the rays of the sun’s gentle sloping,
which quickens the colors of leaves before dropping.
And much have I sought, at such little wrought,
in seeking and chasing the ephemeral thought.
I came to the East ‘gainst the flow going West
Some score and one-half years ago.
Now all from this past is catching up fast,
And I’m ‘plexed as to stay or to go.
Should I go before the snow begins to falling’?
Even though, where I go, the other keeps calling!
Such is my plight in the light of my problem
That Lo! once again, here I am, round-robin.
The sun travels west on a slant and its bent,
And the snow follows Fall oft times into Lent.
Thus I go ‘gainst the grain of common direction,
Whilst mankind flows in a linear progression.
So that now I have come to the point of my question:
Why does life seem in a linear progression,
When all I see ’bout me is round-robin fashion?
©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011