The End
All events and all occasions
Must come to an end
Whether scuttling out of sight
Or disappearing round a bend
For everything is beautiful
And nothing beautiful can last
Dying for its beauty
Into the shadows it is cast
All reflections of perfection
Yet, imperfect symmetry
All chained to the rock
Of our mortality
To return to the earth
To be at once whole again
Is both the fate and curse
Of every living man
Perfection at last
Yet only when we die
Returning to the earth
As our souls take wings and fly
Copyright © Robert Ptolemy | Year Posted 2009
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