Nearing the End

When I’m reading a novel And nearing the end, (Especially one that I would recommend), I want to speed up So I finally know Where the author was leading Through ebb and through flow. On the other hand, I’d like To slow it all down, ‘Cause when I reach the end, I’ll be wearing a frown Since I must bid farewell To the characters whom Feel like friends I know well Though our parting ways loom. The pages I’ve turned And the chapters perused Have left me intrigued And provoked and enthused. But at last, when I know That the end’s drawing nigh, I reluctantly finish And say my goodbye.