The bird flies away

The bird flies away
on its new wings
the old wings
be good and fine
but the game is over
at the allotted time


time marches ahead
life is divided
when the first part is over
the second begins
where there is no time
no space
just eternity

to cross over is
an undeniable certainty
not knowing when
living every breath
and suddenly
the time whistles
it's the end!