December 20, 2012
(The day before the end of the world)
(The day before the end of the world)
Well, this could be the past poem I write... in this world. I know, I know. I'm being silly. But you can't be too careful. So, here's the "Last Poem I Will Ever Write." However, if by chance the Mayans were wrong about the end of all things... be sure I'll post another poem... tomorrow.
Ending
My bike and I are ready for the world
to finely end.
We’ll drink the morning coffee then
we’ll call up all our friends
to wish them fair thee well, and tell
the ones we never liked
to kindly go to hell.
We’ll
ride along the winter streets of dear ol’ Norman Town
stopping every now and then to watch
the sun go down.
We both agree it is quite sad. We’ll never
see or feel
that kindly sun again.
But there's no time for tears; the end
is near. My conscience? Clear.
I'll go into that unknown night upon
my bike and hope the end
is not as cruel as I have been, and
heaven is as nice a place
as everybody says it is.
rrw 12-2o-21
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