Life has many "firsts":
First breath, First love, First wiggly tooth, First--, well just about anything.
But, people don't think about the "lasts":
Last sunset, Last conversation with your father, Last heard laughter, Last time you close your eyes.
So, you see, there's always a "first" and a "last"
Like a beginning and an end. A start and finish. That about describes life, doesn't it?
But on those rare days, when I'm not thinking about "lasts",
But instead of "firsts", I like to think that maybe, just maybe,
When the world finally fades away,
And you've had all of your "lasts" That this is only Truly
The First End