The End Poem by Benjamin Turner

The end
It is but two words
And yet can mean many
The end of a story once told
The end of a life once old
Whose to say when it will come
Will it come soon
Or will it come late
Will it be happy
Or will it be sad
The thing that is certain is that it will always come
Every beginning has one
But who is to say that the end is truly the end
For every ending is but the beggining of another story
Of another life
And so my dear reader i say to you these final words
These words that are not as final as they seem
The end