The End of Days
A Poem
It is the end of days
as we close this book
and prepare to shelf it,
next to candles burnt
and photos of us,
descending into this day
like a skydiver without
even a backpack on,
hurtling through space
into the expanse
It is the end of days
as we close this book
and prepare to shelf it,
next to candles burnt
and photos of us,
descending into this day
like a skydiver without
even a backpack on,
hurtling through space
into the expanse
A place to call my own. Poetry by Jonathan Greene.
Father, poet, writer, real estate investor/team leader, certified life coach, sociable introvert. Curating a meaningful life. IG: trustgreene | trustgreene.com