End Of Day Poem by Bill Grace

End Of Day

Rating: 5.0


When nothing new is found
I fear the end of time
Failure to sense something sublime
This thing I can not name
That's held me all the same
Through wars and waters ravenous
Gratitude even when my pen runs dry.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 23 September 2007

Like a benediction. And yet this poem belies your conclusion. For beauty flows from your pen even today. Warm regards, Sandra

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