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