A warm welcome

We start to end.
Time was we weren't
Time would we won't.
Where we came from
There we return,
The way we come
The way we go.
Carried from womb
Carried to the tomb,
Placed on cradle
Placed in the grave.
The sun will set,
Darkness will evolve.
Nothing we are,
Nothing we would be.
It will all become blur,
The material and spiritual.
An end will come to it;
What seems to be forever.
Maybe man is born
We are born to die.
© LawdRalph