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