Which came first?
The egg or the hen, children or men,
now or then, the poet or the pen?
What comes last?
The future or the past, rising high or sinking fast,
a little fizzle or mighty blast, a crumpled sketch or final cast?
What is the end?
Goodbye to a cherished friend, a straight path or twist and bend,
a love note always meant to send, a dark void to descend
or love, joy and happiness to share and to lend?
These questions are the same for all but our answers will depend.
The End or Beginning