The End Doth Come-
As the curtain falls on the last play;
As the flame burns out of the candle;
The sun soon sets beneath the lands;
And the babies cries are soon muffled;
Aloud the very essences of the moon light stars;
Shining ever so bright in the evening night;
And the end does come;
to all and each and every one;
THE END DOES COME
1/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2021
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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