A song fades with a refrain; while
A novel concludes with a cursive ‘The End.’
A day is through with the sun going beneath that blazing orange and red horizontal line; while
A night retreats to the breaking of dawn marked by the same colors but tamed and in vertical upward rays.
Some say a prayer; while
Some raise a toast.
Curtains go down; while
Hands raise to clap for a good show.
Waves of goodbye may be seen as redundant gestures; while
Kisses may appear as a conjecture.
But comes the end, is end–
The broken needs to mend.
Because even with walls or tables—
It takes a turn to walk away.
It takes a leap to leave;
It takes pulling of the knob to close door.
A period or a glyph to complete a thought. . .
A blowing of horn to undock and send off a ship. . .
A name below ‘Truly yours’ below God speed. . .
A lick to send an envelope away. . .
Attitude lovers call it ‘for old time sake’
A decent closure–that’s about it!
But it takes one last effort,
One that is sincere–
To have end
Too much, Too Little, Too Late
by Deniece Williams and John Mathis
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