There will come a time

When meadow blooms are mindfully mum,

When majestic woodland oaks succumb

When poetry surely loses rhyme.

 

There will come a day

When exploits are regaled less often,

When hope is nevermore an option,

When love and laughter have gone astray,

 

There'll be a minute

When atonement for our wrongs is done,

When the final song to sing is sung,

When life is lost and all within it.

 

There'll be that moment,

But until then, enjoy life's glories

Interact, and create new stories

Compete as friend, not as opponent