There’s a beauty in every ending

Where long journeys finally wrap

And the action stays descending

And the only thing that closes isn’t just a flap

So there’s an ending to everything

For example, to people like you and me

Where the beauty that they bring is tied up with string

And they, in the great beyond, can be free

Even if it’s a terrible thing, like a bad mood or song

There’s a reason we say, “This too shall pass”

As the bad won’t last for all too long

And it will likely leave with some class

Yet, one of the most beautiful things - creative work - has a quirk that I seem to be proving

A piece of art is never finished, it just stops moving.