At the end of the book
When the story’s been told
No pages remain
To let heroes grow old
As time stands so still
On the last hanging word
No tears hit the ground
No cheers can be heard
A moment of triumph
A moment of loss
A moment of peace,
The finish line crossed.
There’s nothing to do
No reasons to rhyme
Just enjoy a picnic
At the end of all time
A Life in Poems 