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Finally, It All Ends.

written by: Tebatjo Malaka

@RSeedOfAbraham

 

Everything to end is made;
To impending loss well laid.
Passing life we most hold dear,
To waiting grave is drawing near;
The memories made in bliss,
Soon their fateful last will kiss;
For everything will fade,
To nothingness.

On margins of borrowed time,
Mortal breath expires its rhyme;
Crescendos a note of woe,
Each jingle of mirth below;
Each day, howe'er bright and fair,
Draws each frame onward graves' lair!
For the end is the aim,
And wear, and tear.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Moments don't last, neither life.  Cherish them with the utmost sincerity.

Tebatjo Malaka

Tebatjo Malaka

I am a poet from South Africa reflecting on life in rhymes.
Tebatjo Malaka

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