the End.
Struggling and pushed
out by you and me
is the climactic sign
of baby makes three.
For how long
I will remain here,
no one has
a clear idea.
The living environment
and nourishment source
may help chart
my future course.
I might develop fear,
shut down and retreat,
or follow another way
of my soul guided feet.
Whatever life I live,
there is no loophole,
for in the very end,
life has a finite toll.
Before the end is here
prepare to greet a day,
when life will be gone,
and nothing more to say.
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