It will be written long,
when Nature takes her own
and quenches life's flame,
when all the sadness
has been noted and versed,
packaged as final words,
having ******* with regret
or discourse with nostalgia.
The taming of the mortal coil breeds
the Last Poem.



© Pagan Paul (03/06/19)

.
A vintage year.

Especially July.

It was the last time

one of my poems trended.


PPx

I came and
I saw her;
she laughed,
and I was
conquered.