Let The Endings

Sometimes
I look
At my sweet
Old dog
And wonder
When his time
Will come

The same way

I look
At life’s other
Perfect things
Wondering
When they too
Will end

I want

To know
When things end

I want to know

When will
The good things
Be gone

And the thought comes

Live

Let the endings end
When they end

And grant

The same courtesy
To beginnings

Cry when it’s called for

Laugh when it’s time
 
Let life come

And live