(20 minute poetry)

In the beginning it ends and the ends all tie in and the way we begin denotes the way it may end, but that's not always so.

We can fight against the constant flow and know it's a futile endeavour or we can gather our strength for the battles ahead,
in the stillness of time we shall all be dead, but it's how we begin the ends which we win that count.

I jig along jog along
untangle and right or wrong I get along, no worry, no strife, it's not such a bad life, but it bores me to tears.

I want excitement and fear, I want each passing year to be one to remember.

The truth is youth is overrated.

I have no need to go back there and feed on hard tack there, age is a wonderful thing to begin, to end and begin and to win is the prime objective.