FINAL FORGIVENESS
Beginnings are so blessed they are given your own special day, little light from  candles and a tasty treat before  your thrown back in the fray

Rarely marking or counting the time in between,  a race where we just finish first and last

Drum rolls started with pots or pans and a kazoo to snare and fife with 21 gun salute, we don't decide when they will play

Elementary times have narrower views but less crimes, protection seems natural, the atlas just spins on a desk with a universe still seeming vast

Sudden surge most follow a hidden urge,  busy bees find the prettiest trees, smiling at survival day by day

Time still making marks,  meeting closer to the middle, thinking more of a future and taking lessons from our past

Caught in a landslide of lists of disease or despair,  see the light to maintain right keeping things clear to avoid the grey

Passions slow grinding gears but on we we go, terminal thoughts may grow, simple solutions meaning more, goodness measured in laughs

God and the devil passing your soul up and down,  falling to a flaming canyon or a golden zenith,  leave your notes cast the votes,  pay off the lay away no chance to replay

Each day on full display find the goodness feeling more not less, inevitable an open gate, have I shared enough smiles to flatten my karma curve, is our epitaph now consisting of those photographs and these paragraphs. R.C.