Whirl
''My life is like a whirl wind.
One never knows what direction
It's going.
East, West, South or North.
Like a storm.
It's like the Santa Anna winds.
Very strong and brisk.
We must take a risk.
In order to exist.
And persist.
We must not desist
But resist
And continue on
Our journey
To the end.
In order to begin again
To live
Once more
In glory and honor.
Whirl 2
Life is a whirl
Likea squirrel
It's full of ups and downs
In a twirl
On a never-ending road.
To the beginning
Of time
On a dime
Just like a lime drop
Bitter to the taste.
It's such a waste
But one we must paste
On a stamp
Meant for a vamp
Like a lamp.
For once scorned
We must be adorned
And crowned
Like a Queen
In all her jewels.
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