Here is to the end, a place we must all go. <br />To the long narrative that went on and on <br /> and now is gone. <br /> <br />The songs the dreams and all the things <br />that came and went in-between, <br />are but dust now blow carelessly by the breeze. <br /> <br />Your eyes filled with the color of your many <br />lies now turned gray by our love <br /> that has now died. <br /> <br />To what comes after!<br /><br />David Blake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-wasted-life/
