When the end makes itself known
Don’t fuss and let it pass you by
Cast the old notebooks into fire
Don’t grasp the ashes as they fly
What once served you did its part
What once nurtured you was true
Memories may flicker like a pulse
Still stoking and enticing you
All that begins expects an end
The art is knowing when to let go
Let the smoke clear from your eyes
Breathe in, and welcome a...
