The Last Stop
The last breathe
The last death
The last phone call
The last fall
The last tear
The last swear
The last fear
The last dear
The last funeral
The last burial
The last roll
The last poll
The last smile
The last style
The last flight
The last rite
The last crap
The last stop
Alas! Somewhere
There is a last
That we can bear
We need the past
To move on in life
After a barmy gaffe
We weep and we laugh
As we sail solo on a liferaft.
Copyright © July 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world