The End
The final chapter
At the end of a book;
A never ending circle,
Come here take a look.
We all grow closer
To death each day.
The words that have meaning
Are always the last that we say.
So I give you these words
In hopes you remember.
The cycle begins anew
It's not the end at December.
I'll keep on living
And writing what I please.
If I help at least one heart
My mind is at ease.
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