A life has to end,
But before it grows and grows,
Into many pieces of choices,
That we make as we ebb and flow.
That always saddening ending,
That moment you know it’s time,
Can be frightening, sad or interesting,
Or regret you ignored those signs?
Too much loss surrounds this dying,
Must prepare for what we’ll lose,
Denying ourself for a game that ends,
And our life becoming old news.
And here I am above you,
I’ve done all this before,
Why can’t I learn this cycle of life,
So next time I can settle the score.