Call It A Night Poem by John F. McCullagh

"There's nothing here worth saving."
I knew that she was right.
It ended, oh so calmly, no screaming match or fight.

Call it a Night,

Call it a Night,
Call it a Night.

For many years we'd lived a lie, persisting in a sad mistake.
The only Love you get to keep is only that Love you make.

Call it a Night,

Call it a Night,

Call it a Night.

Some folks will be surprised I guess. Others, knowingly, will nod.
The warning signs were always there; as obvious as God.

Call it a Night,

Call it a Night,

Call it a Night.