A Poem

 All things

All things start how they end.

As thick as a thread,, a weaver said

something's, are better left unsaid.

But the pin struck the heart at head

shattering and splitting what was webbed

what came left slain inane; waiting in vain.

All things end how they came. 

The wise one must not be surprised again.

For the anguish came pouring within, 

nearly succumbed this one to the void of strain .

Cycle on, Cycle in, so weary of cycles to no end.

OOH no!  Not Again!  

Someone Once said, "Be Well My Friend! "

Thank God for A start & for A end.

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