A Last Chance Or None At All

poem about never letting you go
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The end walked whistling by, under the shinning sun.
It had got tired of all the hue and cry, was going for a sun burn.
The water in the rivers had died, and the animals craved a bun.
The end walked whistling by, under the shinning sun.

Things had gone beyond control.
A maddening swirl of truth and lies lay on the long, lost road.

Learn to love beneath the surface when the mere beauty dies
Learn to give a last chance to trust.
Love openly and freely
Love with the strength of earth’s crust.

Disappointment is inevitable, disappointment is a law
Fear not the rejection, fear not the hurt.
Laugh and smile and enjoy the bumps
Happiness and only happiness could also be a possible result.

 

more by PRANJULAA SINGH

photograph by Joshua Earle

 

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