We strive for an air of finality
to accompany a type of statement
we find ourselves making when finally
we’ve realigned the faulty escapement
and our timepiece is clicking once again.
For we’ve integrated that risk we took
when we opened a new path way back when,
questioning ourselves, unsure of our luck.
And now we’ve successfully reached the end,
which we know is a new beginning, too.
Yes, finality is our faithful friend,
closing the old yet opening the new.
An aesthetic of its own, I suppose -
this art of bringing it all to a happy close.