The End Poem by David E Navarro

Happily ever after
love's fickle fiction
some delusional grandeur.

Ride off into the sunset
goes down in a few minutes
leaves you in the dark.

Find that pot of gold
at the end of a rainbow
next to the Unicorn (really?) .

Essence of life—
some fairytale romance
or hard work and choice?

We reap the fruit
of the seed we have sown
a new beginning.

Bring bushel baskets,
dozens of them.
I plan to be ready.