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 new glow