There will come a time
When meadow blooms are mindfully mum,
When majestic woodland oaks succumb
When poetry surely loses rhyme.
There will come a day
When exploits are regaled less often,
When hope is nevermore an option,
When love and laughter have gone astray,
There'll be a minute
When atonement for all wrongs is done,
When the final song to sing is sung,
When life is lost and all within it.
There'll be that moment,
But until then, enjoy life's glories
Interact, and create new stories
Compete as friend, not as opponent
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