There comes a time when things must end
And you must be your own best friend,
But aren't these ends beginnings too
The old transforming into new
So do you really feel a change
Or rather do you think it strange
That when the old ways fall apart
That's when the good things fin'ly start
And everything remains the same
Except that it's a different game
Played between the mind and thought
In control of all that's wrought
Ascending up the lighted stair
In ecstasy that's free from care
You learn to love the spiral dance
Discovering you've got the chance
To make each word create the rhyme
To every life there comes a time
~February 17, 1990
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