Esra Sloblock


End Game - Poem by Esra Sloblock

Nothing outstanding
Nobody left demanding
Life lived fulfilling
The end. And new beginning
The life's work defining
To those less perceiving
Lovers left grieving
More years for thoughts refining
Are the only misgiving
Feeling the force sinking
And the spirit rising
It's not surprising
Black tide washing
Senses receding

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
< br>T...............................


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 9, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 24, 2010


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