The Prince and Cinderella: The Ending Poem by Frederick Feirstein

In comedies the lucky couple wed
And didn't hide but, wakened, frolicked in bed.
Sex and love are Life, repression Death.
Zen masters teach us: Cherish your breath,

Breathe in, breathe out; health isn't wealth.
It's flexibility and love of what we do,
Not say — unless we talk in rhyme
And meter where we play with Time.

Or else we're tragic, trapped in dead metaphors,
True as clichés; trapped in fairytales
Whose plots we know, whose lessons we avoid,
Winding up lonely in the witch's void.