The End
The end is always
followed by a beginning
It was morning
It was evening
and at its darkest
the sun began to rise again
Without the calendar
would I notice the
end of the month
or would it feel
like any other day
To be fair
most days feel
like any other day
Recover the joy of birthdays
of Christmas and Anniversaries
or don’t
I’m not bothered
Thoughts
Here we go, another poem about beginnings and endings. Sorry about the last two lines. I don’t know what came over me. Here is a peahen.
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