The End of Life

This poem was written during my senior year near graduation. I hope you enjoy and feel free to comment.

The End of Life

Should not a person be adept to their dreams?

From far off places to far off times

the beauty of the dream is so gleam

and full of times of rhymes.

Dreamers are young and old

full of life and depleted

eats everything but a roll

alas their life will be completed.

One thing of life that will missed is love.

Cause in the afterlife there is no love, nor hate only peace.

Peace of flight like the Great Dove

along with the fall of the Great East.

As are love fades away

so does are soul everyday.