THE END
I rushed into it—carefully
But I thought I knew I could take the end.
It lasted an eternity -
A very short time!
We laughed and loved and cried and fought
But we never planned on the end.
It’s over now
And tomorrow it will be yesterday’s memory.
I remember saying, “Goodbye.”
But couldn’t admit it to myself.
THE END
am2anangel commented on THE END
08-26-2009
JellyBeanPuddin commented on THE END
08-26-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| THE END | 2 | 08/26/2009 |
| SOMEDAY | 1 | 08/26/2009 |
| GOD KNOWS | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| POSING QUESTIONS | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
| TAKE TIME TO SPEAK TO THE LORD | 0 | 08/26/2009 |
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