The End

THE END This is the end, maybe your only last friend. Related to time, maybe a riddle to destiny's crime. Fear me, but in pain some will endear me. Unexpected, unwanted, unfair without a care. Wait, the end is never late. Beware and behold, when the end is called, nothing shall last, maybe not even the past. I may be silent or loud, alone, or part of a crowd, never far, from where ever you are. A feature of nature, for a life to recapture, not always seen, but see the signs, I have been. Live and be wise, avoiding early goodbyes. Take heed, the above message I send, from your friend The End