There's no starting over

There's no starting over
But there is a clean break
The bonsai transplanted
Doesn't have to eat cake

Allowing the branches
To grow out as they may
Thinking out loud without
Editing what to say

Forget bloody battles

Forget bloody battles
Every small surrender
Or minor victories
We need not remember

Only cheer the outcome
Indeed the war was won
Recall only reasons
Of why it had begun

We are still learning with

We are still learning with
Inspect and introspect
Fixing flaws, building walls
Survival and protect

We are children at heart
But the mind must oversee
Horizons are hiding
Great possibilities

So we start the demise

So we start the demise
The decaying of We
A limp, the heart or eyes
The replacement of knee

We are trudging in time
Or tripping on the coil
We are the next in line
To end up in the soil

In the face of Final

In the face of Final
We are the wilder bloom
Embracing happiness
Despite the facts that loom

Celebration climate
Environmental Joy
In open air and light
We're the real McCoy

Racing to the finish

Racing to the finish
Until no tomorrows
These emphemera days
Living on our laurels

Yet sacrifices and
Suffering, roads unpaved
Both luxury and not
Both pampered and enslaved

Broken limbs, bent flowers

Broken limbs, bent flowers

Perennials have roots

Storms, havoc and chaos 

The trivial disputes 

Recovering, healing

The scabs are coming loose

No more the tic-tac-toe

XO or duck duck goose