Circles
The end is but the start; relax thee heart
Allow for fate to rest upon the hearth
Shall I decease today let it be known
That time should speak upon its holy throne
And nature mimics the pattern of life
So bring a talisman, and leave the knife
For this seeming blank page is a dead tree,
Who is waiting to be brought back to life
Our lifelong journey is but a circle.
So, when death chokes thee til black and purple
Be glad the universe let thee to be
This merry-go-round is a rarity
Life ‘tis cat and mouse, time chases essence
Pry petals from flowers, count thee blessings