The End

Written by: Robert Ptolemy

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