Day 30- (4th May)

This is the last day. The last of many days. The last of many poetry
beginnings and endings. Write a free verse poetry about whatever this
makes you feel. Title it "The End".

*********

Rewritten - May, 2022

Some is taking their first breath,
A loud chords has impacted,

Crying isn't much appreciated,
It's a sign of someone's grief,
But for a mother - it's a musical melody
As her child arrives with this tune

Giggling, crying, wiggling brows
Now her child is walking on four,
Time seems in a slow motion,
But always two steps ahead with its prediction,

Once a child, became a father of his child now
The same happiness, the same tearful joy
Perhaps it's a play of destiny,
Reviving its cloak around.

Now, the child is walking on the grave
Time isn't very much generous,
When it's about taking along,
It's the end of his journey, he must take out his last embrace

Some is leaving their last breath,
Some is taking their first again,
A tear escaped from its hedge,
After all, it's recycling.

It's the end of his journey,
It's the start of your journey.

________________