Poem a day, day 15*

These are the last pages
Of my first real poetry book.
It's quite an accomplishment.
I stuck at this.

I developed and expressed myself.
I tried new things.
Now this is part of my life
And I have a new book.

I will have good days
And bad days
And it will all be in that book
As they are in this one.

Sometimes I will sound like a poet
Sometimes I will think "I am not a poet"
But always I will write something
I choose to call poetry.

So this is the last poem
In my first book
With many more books to come
This ending is a beginning.

The first of many lasts.
But the only one
That's the last of this first
A distinct point in time, and on it goes.