The hope is always going last by Ann Wood

The last hope goes away ...
It melts into the tears of rain ...
What is left after that,
maybe only death.

You're leaving without expecting
you take meekly to eternity,
but have you loved and been loved
and what will you bequeath to the world ...




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Written on 2019-09-29 at 12:22

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A very thoughtful work.
Ken D
2019-09-29