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: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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