‘Round Again


What’s cool and what’s not.

What’s in, and what’s hot.

They all come ‘round again.

What’s new and what’s not.

What’s alive and what’s shot.

They all come ‘round again.

Turn, turn, ‘round again.

Yearn, yearn to be found again.

We all come ‘round again.

What goes around, goes around,

In an ever dizzying spin.

What goes around, comes around,

Here to roost again.

So don’t go or you might show.

When you come ‘round again.

Your true nature.

Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull



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