Half Written Poem

Poem By J.B. Baronda

In every story there is an end,
Certain things could be broken and cannot be mend.
There will be the end of the road,
The point where stars grow old and explodes.
Plants and trees wither out,
Food and consumables expires out.
All hearts will stop beating,
There's a day when rain stops from pouring.
We run out of cards and eventually lose the game,
Stars lose their shine and fall from fame.
Everyone of us has an age and time.
Someday, somehow we'll reach the end of the line.

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