The End Poem by Rusty Quinn
The End
One more time I deal with this,
As I lift the glass
I begin to miss
All the things I could have done,
But I always tried and I never won.
So what’s the point?
Just keep moving on,
Smoke this joint
And drink a ton,
In the end it will all be gone,
At the end I will be gone.
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