Circles

A full circle represents
a lifetime
The diameter may be
short or long
Each radius is allotted
a single cycle
Unless the area within your
circumference is
furnished with love
You are merely a wheel
rotating in oblivion

by Lori Clayton Shamock

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Comments (1)

I like the sentiment in this poem. It speaks up for love in one's life-cycle. Oblivion is a loveless existence, The last line is determined, and forthright. No nonsense. A life without love is a waste of time and space! I agree. Life is too short, for a radius without the rich 'furnishings' of love.