Preface to Old Age
In passing a stranger
On the first summery day of spring
It struck me like true lines
It’s not happiness that makes
Us grateful, it’s gratitude that
Makes us happy, so I opened up
To the silence who had accompanied me
Since it was determined
The location of paradise was internal to me
So, acting on the anonymous tip
That love can be found inside
I decided to take a vacation
In the pursuit of my soul
To find an ethereal sense of hospitality
For living in my own skin
I learned that I’d have to work hard
As hard as any job to calm the ache
And as I count the stars before bed
I’ve come to realize
The celebration of life is all of it
Stars that disappear, people that leaves
Their bodies for other bodies, all of it.
Wuji Seshat 
Last stanza equates to succinct closure.