Last Marble

Life, divided into seasons —
Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring.
Another year, another marble,
And the cycle starts again.
One more journey through the motions,
Onwards, march, towards the veil —
From whence we came,
Where we’ll return,
Shrouded in darkness at the end.
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall,
Wayward children,
Counting down the days
Until the last marble
Slides in place.

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