In the End It Always Ends

Because every thing ends...

the tree from an acorn

expanding its shadow

over childhood's lawn

...the blush creeping

over frost-diamond meadow

in the first trembling hour of dawn

the love song, the laughter, the picture-show

in spite of half-breath bliss

is a moment by moment surrender

to its  farewell kiss

for the beginning of all things mortal

will end; its destiny

nudging us ever forward

to eternity...

 

...so treasure each timorous moment

falling like petals of mist

drink from time's ethereal fountain

revel in its bubble-bliss

for each end is a new beginning

each beginning is not the end

and its not the beginning
but how we finish

that ultimately counts, my friend

so, suffer its stumbling and fumbling

 the ends that ever must be

before life's surging vapor reaches
its final destiny

of endless eternity

Janet~