The Process

There's a beginning.
We meet.
We talk.
We laugh.
We love.

There's an ending.
We are silent.
We cry.
We hate.
We leave.

We forget there ever was a beginning.

by Catherine Malchak

Comments (2)

very succinct and to the point. well done
So true, it's only when we are older we can look back with a more even perspective. A great poem.