Our lives are circumscribed by dust we're like bugs inside a bowl going in circles all day long never leaving our bowl eternal life is beyond our reach afflictions never end the months and years flow by suddenly we're old men | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE PILGRIMS [SEPTEMBER 16, 1620] by THOMAS COGSWELL UPHAM WILLIE AND HELEN by HEW AINSLIE LEANDER DROWNED by PHILIP AYRES THE LORD OF THOULOUSE; A LEGEND OF LANGUEDOC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 2 by WILLIAM BASSE UNDER THE BLUE by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE |