The circle of life.

Not a soul was asked,

Each arrived a wailing, beautiful bundle.

And when the time is come,

By choice or chance,

Each must weigh the task,

Else the bundle creates a struggle.

Not a soul was taught,

Each had a role by nature.

And bonded as they ought,

Through mistakes, laughter and labour.

Each must embrace the circle,

Else the bundle creates a struggle.

written by Chioma I. N 2015

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