Death of it All

The sun will rise,

the moon will fall

but don’t forget the death of it all.

 

One day up the sun won’t come

and it will be done.

 

Even the broken crayons

have theirs fans,

they still color

but don’t forget the other

things to mention,

that the tension

from when the crayons run out.

 

Don’t pout.

I told you this was coming,

so don’t start running

because you know I’m right

when I say a flight

might crash

with a bash

because all good things must come to an end

and now it’s time to send

you on your way

into the world.