What Matters the Start,The End

What matters? The start: the end Once there lived, A man that sinned, But once he realized, That hell beckoned, The man did change, And a saint was born. Again there lived, A man who failed, Who got beat down, And on his back fell flat, But when he fell he arose, And when he fell again he rose, And in the end a winner was born. Once there lived, A young beautiful woman, Whose beauty spoke, And beckoned to all, And those who saw her were amazed, Who loved the mirrors and a heart to capture and break, But then time flew and the wrinkles came, The dark silken hair became snow white, And from the vain foolish girl, A beautiful wise old woman was born. Life is like a river, There is always a source, a start, It may be nasty, it may be tasty, But let’s not in haste, Choose to hate, For what matters will be the end, Will there be a lake or will we wither up. And like the mist dissolve into thin air in haste when we see the sun?