Poetry

Cycles

End or the Beginning — A Poem

Is this the end or the beginning?

Part of Life we see daily Is it the end or the beginning? Immune we are to its presence It is not in our thinking.

Is it a point on a cycle, Is it a point on a line? What comes before or after Who knows the design.

What comes after it, What was there before? Why worry our heads No one knows for sure.

What will be lost after it The same we lost prior If we worry about the former Take comfort in the latter.

Why worry about existence Or the lack of it after Are we not the experts Having done this forever.

It surrounds us everyday In thoughts and binds In ideas or in life And in all the right things.

Yet life always flows back And it binds and thinks Through a new life or idea And in all the right things.

We see this every day What is it if not a beginning It may not be the same But is born out of the same thing

Death means Life We live every day Life means Death We die every day.

We are always born We always die There’s always a morn We never die.

Is this the end or the beginning?

Continuing with the Never-Ending-Poem started by Martin Rushton.

Radha Kapadia tagged me last week with Death. The never ending question with the never ending answer.