Where Does It End? Poem by Edwina Reizer

Where does it end, this life we live
and what difference will it make?
Oh, but for a little suffering
or will the suffering be longer to take?

If I could choose my way to die
I think it would be nice to leave
with a moment of sweet remembrance
of how I wore my heart on my sleeve.

Never to hide it beneath the covers,
never to be seen by any,
left out in the open to be seen by all
so they could realize the many

thoughts I’ve left behind of you,
thoughts that I have penned.
Yes, that’s exactly how I’d like to leave
and never fear “where does it end.”