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.