Begin, The End Poem by Dean R M Almeida

Future be of the past The here of the now For in such one should be proud Another painting of the clouds In mystery it shrouds What is beneath them? What is it hiding? With absolute understanding is in this world I am demanding. To walk with no shoes As pain is bared Make a promise yes I swear. Knowing if the end is near. Thanks for the inspiring poem, keep up the great writing! ! !