Life is a sorry parade,
Death is the finish line.
All in black and white,
Not a twinkle left to shine.
So far we walk.
On the cobblestone streets.
Until someone drops,
And the silence is ceased.
Screams and shouts,
Fill the once empty air.
I push forward,
Trying hard not to care.
I reach up my hands,
But I see nothing.
So now I have no choice,
But to move ahead and keep shuffling.
Because life is a sorry parade,
And death is the finish line...
Author notes
I had to write this for my poetry unit in school ,and I thought it was good enough to share with the people on here.
Hmmph....
Comments
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like it, nice ending.
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Morbid ending.
I really liked the first stanza.
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