The End Poem by Barry Middleton

spring's first daffodil has come
but this is someone else's year
tonight the earth is bitter cold
this is the story I was told

it has to end this way
with no delusion or dismay
I join the ash of time
and pen a lasting final rhyme

yesterday a child was born
and he must search the world
to find his way through night
and golden morning

and as my soul is laid to rest
my final breath is prayer
and blessings for that child
accounts are finally reconciled