On the Demise of The Circle

 Ode to an Idea

 O, glorious day, when an idea becomes reality,

When the efforts of a few become a point in history,

When a year's worth of effort produces so many such points,

That the sheer momentum pushes forward the whole.

 

O, gratifying day,  when, alone you breach the written word

And supported by  your friends you surge forward 

And create, for all, by your thoughts and creative spirit,

A story, a poem, a song, a sigh.

 

Oh, sad day, when despite the best of efforts,

You realize the temporarily obscured truth,

That time treads on, sometimes by itself, without heed

And life takes over  the  reins with demands that must be met.

 

Adieu and with fondness,

Adrian