Ends

Everything ends
The minute draws to a close
Ticking forward
The time of our lives
Marching on
To the next

Five o'clocks
Eight o'clocks
Twelve o'clocks
Fridays
Sundays
Thirtys
Twelves

Some wither
Some smile
Some bang and flash
Some approach with dread
Some cannot come fast enough
Some are just right
Some can run and jump

This one is so close
Yes so far
A distance to breach
A yard too far to reach
Many hurdles
Weaving the way
Jumping and pushing
Falling away

Walk on
Walk on
Walk on to the way
The silence
And calm
The panic
The drama

We all walk one way
To the end