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I Know How This Story Ends
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I know how this story ends.
It ends in a hospital bed
With a respirator, and with
A broken-hearted grandbaby
Begging for one last story-time.
I know how this story ends.
It ends, despite last wishes,
With a painted face and a starched
Suit, a casket, and a priest reading
Over last remains and final extras.
I know how this story ends.
It ends alone and in the dark,
With rotting, and with maggots
Held back for years by concrete,
Varnish, and preservatives.
I know how this story ends.
It ends with morphine and
With velvet and with hate
For every last marching second
That slowly takes us there.
It ends in a hospital bed
With a respirator, and with
A broken-hearted grandbaby
Begging for one last story-time.
I know how this story ends.
It ends, despite last wishes,
With a painted face and a starched
Suit, a casket, and a priest reading
Over last remains and final extras.
I know how this story ends.
It ends alone and in the dark,
With rotting, and with maggots
Held back for years by concrete,
Varnish, and preservatives.
I know how this story ends.
It ends with morphine and
With velvet and with hate
For every last marching second
That slowly takes us there.
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the journey is important, but the destination is too. else, why the journey?