What is the End?

It is the End.

The unremembered End.

Only of the first Beginning.

When life is simple; an adventure every day,

And equal are work and play

Again the End is near.

But again only temporary,

Youth has grown old.

But it's memorable years,

Exist still in thoughts.

The End is here,

Its form is permanent.

Age is described by actions,

No longer by numbers.

Past memories survive in the heart.

All Ends resort,

To a long forgotten state.

And to their dismay, 

They only return

At The End.