Cally A. Nixon

Rookie (9-17-93 / Kansas)

The End - Poem by Cally A. Nixon

Life may come to an end in many ways,
wrecks, bullets, disease, age...
Life must be,
one merciless cage.

The end may come,
in excrutiating pain...
Or you could walk down,
that white lighted lane.

We are caged in this,
lively place...
Thinking that you'll be here a while,
you turn a corner and stare the end in the face.

You know,
the end is stalking you...
You know,
not to start anything new.

When the end finally comes,
you're ready...
No one knows,
and they let you go sadly.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010



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