Poetry

Sunday, 12 May 2019

For every end there's a beginning



The Ending said
Yes this looks like it
We've had a nice time
But its high time we quit

The beginning said, hmm, now well
Where shall we start
To begin at the beginning
But I had a change of heart

The thing with love is its a terrible weed
It gets in your garden because
Of your greed
And you lust after things
You don't possibly need

You try to mow it down
Even kill its seed
But when its already grown
There nothing for it than to lead

You ought to know
There's no beginning or end
To the heart
To cut off an emotion
Is not like an engine
With an ignition key

So Beginning said again
I am the creator
The great instigator of what your heart needs

And End stepped in like a terrible black friend
With a macabre sense of humour
No point hanging around you'll get a tumour
With all this worry and stress
Life is too short
For this lifelessness
This holding on to something
Like the strands of a scarf
Don't make me laugh
Said Death
End's brother in arms
Cousin to rebirth

So now rebirth
The mother to Beginning
Gave forth her bellyful of wisdom
Be wise my child with your life force
But go out into the wild world
And multiply

For the mountains shall divide
And be swallowed by the sea
And the tides will cover the islands
And what will be shall be

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