POEM (060) Cemented in glue

Cemented in glue

Is this it, the last cemented piece,
falling into place without sign of a crease,
laying the foundations of what’s to come,
to expect, to hope, wish in our conundrum.

Have we painted the final wall,
ceiling, floor, covered it all,
covered the old into something bold
and to stand and admire this story yet untold.

The cracks have been postered,
this new lease of life we have fostered,
it’s all spangling and new,
cemented in time, our hands held with glue.

Look forward past the past,
taking this new chapter as our ultimate last,
pasting, painting, sticking, waiting,
it’s here, it’s ours, for the taking.