The Final battleA Poem by Paul BellHe had beat it twice before But even he knew this time The battle was over The visit to the hospital just confirmed it Six months Just in time for his forty third birthday He never measured life in years But he had packed a lot in The scars on his body reminded him most days He had also inflicted scars on others He walked up to the beach head His favourite spot growing up It always felt like home Hearing his mother telling him Never go close to the edge It’s a hundred foot drop to the beach He laughed to himself He lived on the edge The tide was coming in Soon the sea would crash against the rocks That great insurmountable force of nature Never changing, never asking why Forty two was a good age The sea was crashing against the rocks It was a good age. © 2019 Paul BellReviews
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14 Reviews Added on March 21, 2019 Last Updated on March 21, 2019 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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