No Man Lives Forever

To every story there comes the point of ending; To every life there comes a time for leaving- For everything under the sun has a planned close Like ticking clocks that soon are muted in repose. For every flower that blooms will soon dry up and wither All living things and Man perish sooner or later As grass falls to the lowly ground to find its rest Waves, though high, will cease to roll upon its crest So like a coming home to meet in valiant resignation Our fate as mortals meant for a common designation, We breathe today with no guarantees of ever after Except the starkness of Truth: 'No man lives forever.' All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~03.16.14