The end is now, the end is near,
We’ve laughed and cried throughout the year.
Pages filled with joy and pain,
A rollercoaster in my brain.
I spilled my heart, I cracked a joke,
I moped around, then hope awoke.
I loved too hard, I fell apart,
Then taped together my poor heart.
The verses danced, they stumbled too,
Some lines were wise, some downright blue.
I shared my soul, I bared my flaws,
I rhymed for love, and just because.
So here we are, the final page,
The curtain falls, exit the stage.
Or maybe not — who really knows?
Life spins in prose, and on it goes.
For every end, a start appears,
A brand-new tale to chase our fears.
So thanks for reading, cheers, my friend —
The end is here, but not the end.
Sign off Leon David Peacock
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