This is a poem from a poetry rampage I did with a friend of mine a number of years ago. It seems like I've never given titles for things. I think everything I've put on here so far I've had to think of a title for it.  Having said that, this poem gets no title!
 

Nothing is forever.
no-one is immortal. 
Impermanence in everything. 
Sometimes it's just hard to remember. 

There's no getting off this kind of ride. 
Is it for pleasure or is it for pain?
I don't know. I don't think I can. 

The end may be a beginning of other things to come.
You'll have to keep on playing.

No-one gave us instructions, no-one told us the rules.
No-one even asked me if I even wanted to play or not!
Somehow I don't think it would have made a difference if they had.

Keep on trying for something else. It's all a bit hit and miss. With an infinity of combinations for infinite results.
Would I know if I got the right one? Would they tell me if I'd got it?