The Last Poem

This is the last poem to ever be written The very last rhyme to come down the line We'll look back on it all, this thought in the making And realize the decision was not taken light With poetry reflecting the heart as it's given Sometimes filling the spot in an unmade bed Breathing into the moment words that are living A thousand times over, what must be said This is the last poem to grace these pages The last piece of poetry leaving all this behind Last in a line of heart felt words being delivered Giving a blind notion a sliver of natural light The last poem to show up for the party With nothing prepared before they shut out the lights All dressed up with no where to go As it steps through the door in its last goodbye