The Last Word Poem by Mary Spain

The Last Word



And yet, I wonder, is it worth so much?
Although it gives great satisfaction at
The time of utterance, and comes with such
Alacrity and verve - a trifle pat,
Perhaps, but always irrefutable -
I wonder, sometimes, if it would be wise
To be a little more inscrutable?
The Mona Lisa only needs her eyes
To counter argument, and who can doubt
Her silent smile won immortality?
The strong and sure have never need to shout
And know that wisdom lies in brevity;
Perhaps I'd benefit if no-one heard
How much I revel in that final word!

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