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lights out

Updated on December 04, 2010

Lights Out - Poem

To stop, to finish.

To end would you call it a race?

maybe a walk,

reflections of a final embrace.


Where do you go now

what do you do next

after crossing the finish line

after taking last breath


Last orders is past,

and now the past is last orders

after crossing many paths

they call this the border


Can you carry on?

how much longer till your eyes close

slumping soundly on your bed

who will remove your clothes?


What does anything matter

now is your time to sleep

now is your time to dream


if tommorow is another day

awake, march on, happy, smile.

Goodnight.

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