The Last Word Poem by shimon weinroth

The Last Word



sounds omnious and cryptic,
' In The Beginning'
has the finality of decisive
of no repeal,

in the dance of discussion
debate and converse, the
intercourse of language,
we seek the final phrase

to leave our mark
of praise or derision
full of rule and vision,
power of will

why is it that when
we are talking in light
and bountiful banter,
you always sum up

and I always get
the next to last remark,
even if the content
was of little matter

you seem to deem your right
to end the talk
and if i do appeal,
sage and wise though it be,

sat that it is of no great issue,
why do I protest
if the context, is of little matter,

I sigh and hope, next time
I shall have the last word,
commenting, you say
that it might be,

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