An Ode to A Wheel

Both sides are one.

A perfect shape

In perfect colour

At perfect angle –

Worn out tyre,

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At road side

Where passing folk

Retells the tales

Of life’s turns,

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In simplest terms

And honest views

What came and went

Like dust and dew,

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The steering wheels

And has-been tyres

Exchanged the hands

Life’s true admirers,

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The ones who can

Abide to terms

Of fame and fortune

Random turns,

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And as life spins

Along its axis

So does the wheel

Of many chances,

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The win and loss

The yin and yang

The black and white

Both sides are one,

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On roadside

In dust and glory

Old country tyre

And its story.

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