TURNING:

The child cried because his friends wouldn’t play,

He thought that he´d be alone for ever & a day,

But he saw new friends come & some even stayed,

And he couldn’t remember those who never played.

The maid lamented, love gone, she was sadly spurned,

So she curled into her soul while the world still turned,

But a new love came, stayed & entered her sad heart,

And she forgot her first love that once tore her apart.

The man wept for his friend upon his battlefield knees,

Vowing that in his life, there would be nothing to please,

But years came & went & at last hell´s torment ceased,

And he accepted there’d always be war, followed by peace.

The mother wailed, when last of her children flew the nest,

Thinking now that within, she would never know soft rest,

But then, on seeing her sons turning into fine young men,

It was then she knew that she would do it all over again.

The sun shines, the moon turns & the stars always return,

Tides ebb & flow & clouds always drift, shift & ever churn,

And the world just goes on in its path´s ancient old ways,

No matter what cards we´re dealt, nor however we play.