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Too Late to Amend An Ending
There use to be folks who lived and believed,
They could create anything...
To have others accept as reality.
If they lied on someone,
And ruined their lives...
That was their reality.
If they stole from anyone,
And said it was theirs...
That too was their reality!
And,
If they said something existed...
Knowing that it was false!
Guess who paid the cost?
And guess who lost...
Everything!
Including their minds.
Leaving 'them' and the amusement parks,
Vacant.
Abandoned.
Forever left behind.
And guess who was observed,
Not faking their heartbreaking?
But this came for them...
Much too late to amend an ending.
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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