LIFE OF A BOWLING BALL
Starting out as a
Round ball
Drilled three holes
Into me
Big enough for
Fingers
Stenciled initials
Of a name
Hidden in a
Bag
No room to breathe
Brought to a large
Room
Taken out
Put on a conveyer
See lanes with
Ten pins at the end
Then torture
Begins
Three fingers enter
My holes
Thrown down an
Alley
Whirling, gyrating down
The lane
Over and over again
Knocking down pins
Better score if
All fall
Hope for
Three hundred games
The Launcher gets
All the credit
Thrower the General
I am the soldier
Bruised, battered
Wipe clean
Put in the bowling
Bag
Until next time
MERRY GO ROUND OF LIFE
Get on
Ride to nowhere
Going in a circle
Whiling, reeling around
Going up and
Down
Waving to others as
You go by
Start moving slow
Then fast
Faster
Slow down
Rest, stop
Get off
Start when you are
Born
Leave when you die
Counts only
What you do
In between
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