Last Page of the Writing Pad

Last page on the pad deserves

finality, a summing up of all

the other pages hold.  But how

does one sum up while life yet throbs

throughout the veins, while thoughts

yet wait to be considered,

and ideas yet change opinions

I have held?  Revision comes

each day I live, and nowhere

can I place the period, can say,

“Now this is done, complete,,

and needs no further work.”

As with this poem, so my life

shall run until God slams down,

mid thought, mid-sentence, the .


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