Wheel Of Life Poem by John A'Hern

Wheel Of Life

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On yonder mountain a remarkable sight,
stumbled upon by chance.
In shrouded mist, clearing
shapes start to unfold,
strange mechanism, a wheel is seen.
Sitting there in crossed leg pose
a being as old as time itself.
Asked a question no response,
asked again, this time recognition.
What is this place?
What is this machine?
One at a time answers back at me
as fingers gripped the wheel.
Quietly spoken words follow,
judgement is passed of all we see,
when wheel spins the centuries pass
then a subject stopped upon.
Where the wheel stops, it has no conscience
decisions made no heart string nonsense.
Music chosen, do not ask questions
too many names to say,
all then called no order or rhyme
join the line pay for their time.
The name David first to be called,
weeping and wailing across the land,
shock and horror all on show
quickly followed by the Prince of music souls.
The wheel has no feelings at all,
Name of George whispered, who, when, how?
The old one speaks, truth to behold
judgements not based who or where,
humans cannot believe who is taken from here.
Study the wheel trying to understand,
Politicians, Family, where will it land.
Wheel starts to creak as it bursts into life
move on quickly and live your life.

Thursday, December 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,life and death
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