I started Octpowrimo poem-a-day with optimism, clung on doggedly through a difficult month, and finish with pride, not having missed a day. The final prompt is about beginnings and endings, and my first poem was too depressing. This little poem is my fourth try at the theme.
Young lives are awash with beginnings,
to be grabbed and exploited to the full.
We old folk have more endings,
losing parents then friends,
physical strength, health