THROWING IN THE ENDS

In those carefree days of spring,

The world was our to concquer

Why care what the years might bring?

So, steadily burned the fire,

As the logs of life took hold,

Working towards our Dreaming

With sorrows and joys untold.

Too soon we see the embers,

Rose-pink with snow-white ash,

The colder breeze of evening

Stirs wisps of charred leaf trash.

But now, as we throw in the ends

Flames lift our hearts, or so it seems,

Bright sparks swirling reach the stars

And memories take the place of dreams.

AB