Now it's over, and now it's done; <br />Why does everything look the same? <br />Just as bright, the unheeding sun, -- <br />Can't it see that the parting came? <br />People hurry and work and swear, <br />Laugh and grumble and die and wed, <br />Ponder what they will eat and wear, -- <br />Don't they know that our love is dead? <br /> <br />Just as busy, the crowded street; <br />Cars and wagons go rolling on, <br />Children chuckle, and lovers meet, -- <br />Don't they know that our love is gone? <br />No one pauses to pay a tear; <br />None walks slow, for the love that's through, -- <br />I might mention, my recent dear, <br />I've reverted to normal, too.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finis/
