The End

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The end of anything comes rather easy, Time is not like a clock, time is freaky. The sun does not come and go, The moon does not come and go. I doubt of the true shape of the sun, Thinking about eternity is not fun, And the moon and the earth are not round; They are shapeless. We are bound To fail exponentially and to succeed moderately. Time never leaves, time is funny, Unlike the clock, it follows a straight line, Never stops, never breaks and is always fine. Death is the end of the retirement, It is the beginning of a new testament. The end of something is the beginning of another, Should we remember how many times That the child has been a sophomore, a senior? At birth, we were reminded by countless chimes Of life, that there is an end to everything, And there is always a new beginning. The constant ending of matters sends the wrong message, Always remember that life is a passage. We move on from one state to another, It is mind-boggling that we're always thinking about the future. Hebert Logerie

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