ends (poem 12/4/2021)

wherever winds blow you, hold tight to your friends

when choosing your teas, pick the happiest blends

it's certain that all things must soon meet their ends.


it's hard now to tell what is real, who pretends

or which hand holds the needle that's threaded to mend

at the end of each day to ourselves we must tend

for it's certain that all things will soon meet their ends.


while we hope our trajectories upwards will trend

all our time, sitting, waiting, we cannot just spend

what is wide becomes narrow, the rigid will bend

and around every corner's a letter to send

but it's certain that all things will come to an end.

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