Their Beginning, Their End

They go the way they come the way that would always make tears drop silently, or with a wail by the air, or by that they left behind they go the way they come toothless and helpless; all, but not their heart strong, willed so promising without the strength of their hands and feet illogical, unreal all the thoughts that thriftily pass their minds unversed to us, "normalized" squarely straight to us like in algebra they go the way they come without asking, nor with permission and thus, this blood, this tear would always flow, like cold rain, drip today, the next, the rest they chose to go just how they came