What if I’m right and you are
Not paying attention but
Buttering toast that isn’t at all just
Warm bread cause you can’t
Believe anything ends
In your world
What if I’m right about the end
And the bread gets cold
And I’m gone
Too late to believe after the end
dversepoets.com The ending poem of the year, we write a poem about endings. Any style. This is free style. Just fun food for thought.
Happy Holidays, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year.
mehflowers 
Solemn, stirring, and philosophical. Well-penned!
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Thank you Lucy!
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So liked the image of the toast butterer distractedly waving his knife over empty air – and then where it goes – a dare? a domestic dispute? a spiritual journey? All of these things. Marvellous.
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Thank you! There is no end to the possibilities
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Nice job with the prompt, the use of “end”. Now I have to go butter my toast!
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🙂
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Everything ends, this is a poem that might have continued ad infinitum … that good. Cheers and Happy Holidays.
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:)Thank you!
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“To late to believe after the end”. Something to think about!
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Yes. Thank you!
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So many different kinds of endings for everyone.
Happy Holidays and Happy New year. Thank you for being part of our poetry community.
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I wonder sometimes too… but doing well in the present is the best way to trust that the end will be good no matter what.
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