Made of silver or gold we give them to our darlings on our wedding day. Well, I'm not so sure about that. He sailed off and then circled back. It's sad but it's often quite true that we end our lives where we began. I speak of the hospital here, where we started, we end our life's span.
Life's ever connecting circles determine our roundabout fate.
They widen, join, spread and commingle like rings from stones thrown in a lake. When you think hard about it, life's lived by going around. We rush straight ahead and then circle back like a tail that's chasing its hound. HOME Copyright LC Van Savage, 1996-2001 Web site architecture, design and maintenance by Watchic Link Internet . Please contact LC Van Savage with questions or comments.