Beginnings may be a dime a dozen
but endings come by their millions
with little cost to us, the buyers
Of course, we have little choice in such matters.
So we come to our ending
the point at which our lives diverge
Each to blaze their own trail
and to vanish within the mist of time.
Microscopic and insignificant are the endings of our lives
Each searing pain the least of passing shadows
over the face of the Cosmos
Shadows that with time will be forgotten
If indeed they ever were remembered by anyone at all.
So let us drop our final curtain
on this tragic play
take our bows, clean the stage
and let the critics have their say.
