End of Time
I thought deeply about the past
And of the sort of memories that did not last
When they wanted a leg up to survive
And mate ship was still so alive
I wondered if it was just a way of using
And once starting it was abusing
The relationship that had developed
Then tossed away to the past enveloped.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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