In The End


In The End
looks and appearances

are not what
they seem in
real life, struggle
hit the pavement
running, fall, abrasions
abrasions lasting days
it seems no
dream too big
too great to
catch and win
up, up, away
we go chasing
running, gliding, sprinting
towards what will
make that dream
happen, past appearances
and looks chit
chat and all
that in the
end-when we
reach Heaven’s gates
its not our
mistakes;its what
we ran for
went for, stood
for, believed in
and was driven
toward; it was
it will be
our actions, words
unspoken or spoken
a plight for
helping not just
ourselves but others
in the end
the very end
friends that is
where we stand
amongst a limited
shelf life; expiration
is today unknown.

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