Wheel of Life

(I came across this fragment of three stanzas I had written 45 years ago as a college sophomore.  It seemed incomplete so I tried channeling the 19-year-old brain through my geriatric one and got an extra two stanzas to round out the poem.)

Wheel of life in motion
Barreling, in my trance

I shouted “Stop!”

Wheel of life
Guilty:  Hit and run.

Cursed evanescence!
Death alone its wake

And would a coed toss her bra,
Eternity so young.

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