Ends

Life is beautiful, isn’t it? Everything you see in harmony. Love and pain and birth death, Crafted together artfully. You see all things together. All the people and their lives, But ending in a moment When it is their time. The birds sing to no apparent end, Flowers wilt and bloom, Life goes on, but time is limited, And sometimes the clock stops too soon. I see everything in a weird perspective, Sometimes I look too far ahead, To a time when all I know Is long, long dead. Which is why I won’t waste my time thinking, I can’t do that anymore, Because the end of my life and the gates to heaven, Are still knocking at the door.