The Begginings End

The time to die has come atlast

The games we've played are in the past.

Things to come on wings of gold,

Will change the new things all to old.

People come and people go,

There lives all wasted to never know.

When knowlegde comes its always late,

It cant help save you from your fate.

And in the end, in lifes adieu,

Born from old are things anew.