Lament
In the end,
when all is done,
what we're left with,
is the song we sung.
The song we sung,
is all that's left,
for loneliness to guard,
a last precious gift.
A precious gift,
is what remains,
of all the things,
shared as friends.
What we shared as friends,
are spent, are done,
it's only I
who is the lonely one.
text by stuartcturnbull picture by CDD20 via Pixabay
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In the end, all that remains is what we have experienced! Not even the memories because those are also gone.
Nice lines man
Kudos
There's always to look back on at the end of everything.