Posted in Poetry

In the end ..

In the end we all stand alone

No more skills we can hone

This war is done

Death has won


In the end we have no choice

At our death some may rejoice

But some will miss us quite a lot

We are more than just an ink blot


On my tearful goodbye note

Words with their meaning rote

It was my silent, constant pain

My death can be my only gain


In the end there is an end

The single rule we can not bend

We join the throngs of those passed

Our death mask is finally cast


Our fate played out

No more life to tout

We fade into the memory

Step back, nothing to see





I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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