I will be, and will not be again. This, I accept. Many I have loved have moved on; Some without warning or Time for preparation. This, I accept. Many who have loved me have Drifted off; sometimes love Participates in temporality. This, I accept. We strive; we feel pain. Our intentions run afoul of The intentions of others, and even Of the contrary intentions of Nature, herself. This I accept. Acceptance is not wisdom, But it is the door to wisdom; One day, this striving will cease, And we must redefine ourselves Through a new set of limitations. This, too, I accept.