A Last Time For Everything

Last Time

There’s a last time for everything
But we don’t know just when

The day comes when we do a thing
We will not do again

We’ll eat somewhere that will not be
Around in times ahead

A person’s face one day we’ll see
The next, they might be dead

The last time at a family meal
The last at Mother’s Day

The last time that we ever feel
A certain special way

We know it’s true, and yet we won’t
Prepare against the blast

We just live blithely, for we don’t
Live each day as our last

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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