Life came round and round it came <br />some played serious some a game <br />people died and babies came <br />as life continued round again. <br /> <br />Church bells rung o'er village greens <br />morning mists clung to pensive trees <br />brides smiled and kissed their eager grooms <br />children played with bats and balls <br />flew kites that soared on far flung squalls. <br /> <br />Some grew apart but still hand in hand <br />some left, made other plans <br />and others with true love in heart <br />by life's fate were torn apart <br />for others they grew old <br />not really knowing what true love could hold. <br /> <br />We met deep in winters storm <br />with ice that clung from lives broken, torn <br />but slowly thawed as trust was born <br />and fears were shared and thoughts were warm. <br /> <br />The winter left and spring was sprung <br />the birds returned and sweetly sung <br />the summer heat with rain at times <br />grew the flowers and greened the grass <br />it was all that we could ask. <br /> <br />As autumn came and withered rusted leaves <br />fell upon the winter'd breeze <br />the branches bared and old wood cracked <br />as the we reached the end, the final act. <br /> <br />Life came round and round it came <br />and never was it twice the same.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-the-same-again-3/
