The Bad Poet

This is the end of the beginning my friend

  Plenty of smiles and good times are past

  But this is the end

  Our good times will be missed

  We have only limited days and nights before our soul’s flight

  We love it when it comes and hate time when it leaves

  My heart aches when we can no longer speak

  Memories we keep, pictures we seek, a touch, a smile, a kiss on the cheek

  But there’s no repeat

  We all become ghost in someone’s memory

  If we’re lucky

  The fables and tales will expand

  It’ll be history throughout our small piece of land

  There’ll be tears of sorrow and tears of joy Some will celebrate while others not

  Our walk on this earth is full of regrets But there are no playbacks on life’s turf

  It’s full steam ahead for the walking dead

  CK

  ‘10