Last Things Poem by wo0dy Mantas
Last Things
For everything there must come a last.
A last minute, a last hour, a last month, day, or year.
A last drink, a last coke, a last tequila, scotch, or beer.
A last love, a last heart, a last kiss, hug, or rage...
Or even the last words written on a page.
But the worst last thing is your last breath
because what is to follow will surely be your death.
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