All the books have an ending,
A happy one, like the movies,
But life, isn’t it a stage?
A tragic one, full of melancholy.
All endings aren’t happy,
The real life it is, face it.
It is cruel, unpredictable, faceless,
Full of bitter truth and sweet lies.
Then comes our death, an augury,
The roles complete, the curtains closed,
With inescapable jaws comes,
The unfamiliar bliss of nothingness.
What starts with a kick
And ends with a sigh,
Which makes the world laugh,
And, the joke, it is life.
Feb 02, 2018