Poetry

[tea pot]

How do we know when we've reached the end?
When the path we've chosen suddenly suspends......
..... all that we've loved, worked for and cherished, when thew touch doesn't mean much,
the embrace so cold, so full of lies, our hearts witness the passion it later denies.
We could continue down this path of deceit, knoiwing our lives will be incomplete, be deaf to the sound of destiny's song,
       isn't that what we've been doing all along?

                         tea pot