Picture credit: Shel Silverstein’s The Giving Tree

Unfinished

The game is never up,

the last tune never played,

if life is just for chance,

there’s nothing worth saving,

not even the last dance

Don’t cry aloud

don’t rail at me, just smile

and grip the moment, living,

until there, it’s gone

like a passing cloud,

when autumn leaves are falling.

And round and round the circle goes,

unfinished, never broken.

Winter clears the rot away

Spring awakes, life begins,

the wheels continue turning.

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