Bending Back To The Beginning In The End Poem by Raymond Farrell

Viewing life in a small town
Is seeing the world in a nutshell
People kick you if you're down
Or praise you when you're doing well.

In the space of one day
Fortunes can completely reverse
Sorrow may get washed away
Or blessing turn to curse.

Seldom considering what ought to be
We think briefly then react
Only based on what we see
Without comparing fact to fact.

A fixed position is an illusion
Everything moves in time and space
Yesterday's hopes breed tomorrow's delusion
Nothing remains frozen in place.

No philosophy teaches how to die
To starving millions everywhere
We're loathe to give reasons why
And less inclined to share.

Speaking of visions as finite men
Convince we'll reach a better sphere
While moving forward slip back again
In the beginning our end is near.

History that tortured book
With lesson in need of learning
Is always a backward look
At bridges already burning.

The old gets cast aside
Something assumes its place
Trends swing to the other side
That too then falls from grace.

There are cycles within cycles unending
Repeating trends is the only trend
If it isn't straight it's bending
Back to the beginning in the end.