Of course the End is coming
We ushered it right in
Let it put its feet up
And served it shots of gin.
We knew it was approaching
We paved the way with gold
Yet somehow we thought it would wait
Until our kids were old.
But we aren't ready!
We plead unto its heart
No one ever is, it shrugs
When grand adventures start.
It checks a pocket hourglass
The End says, Well I'm nigh.
Order your affairs and quick,
It's time to say goodbye.
Published on
February 21, 2023 15:17
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Tags:
death, poetry