End Times - Poem by Bill Grace
Perhaps these are the end times
The end of a child's life
The end of a way of strife
The end of a marriage
The end of a business
The end of a beloved pet or horse or cow
The end of an age of national influence
The end of life,
But unless we trip the nuclear trip wire
Our days will continue
Holland McSwain taught me this great truth
Which Sandy Nieman ratified with her wisdom
The end of a capsule is only
The end of the capsule in which we have traveled
in which we have been shielded from the elements.
This does not make it sacred
This does not make it holy
Change and not the end
Is the true issue in the 'End Times.'
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