Little Inklings 2024

Green turns to gold, Gold turns to brown, Life flies by, and inevitably everything ends. One instant a lush sweet fruit, But pushed off its high throne, it splatters and condones Its state of purity being lost and its sweet water running away. You barely notice until it’s you having fun in the sun, And you fall down, Things starting as a dot, barely visible to an eye, Its radius enlarged, it outgrows the size of a pie. But so is its sweetness, as bitter as it might be to lose, Without seeing you or me, It loses its prowess over thee. Its height is lost but so is the flavor, It loses all it has, Its use disintegrating too, Its purpose falters, Named untrue but then again so Will me and you. Everything reaches its end: Plants, Animals, food and then Pencil, paper, tape and pen, The Earth, and a flower, they can all can be lost in only an hour, But we mustn’t forget to use our time, Things must have a meaning and a cause in that sacred rhyme, It’s given, not grabbed, not taken by force, But is given without remorse. We must use it wisely and then and only then can we Await that bittersweet end. We shall hope we are caught by God in Heaven As coconuts hope to be caught by us; We must have a purpose in our lives, We have an opportunity to make our future, Create a destiny, While coconuts do not. We must take advantage of this time, Even through the good and grime. Take this opportunity most take for granted, And turn it into something worth having. And we must do it all in time, Before the timer runs out and our life is gone by, But furthermore we must achieve this goal, Before Everything Ends. EVERYTHING ENDS By: Cole Durham ’29 80