After
After a poem is over,
We’ll remember what it contains.
After a song is over,
The memory of the tune remains.
After a love is over,
Comes the breaking of the chains.
After a dream is over,
Then cruel reality entertains.
After a pain is over,
A quiet, peaceful moment reigns.
After a life is over,
We go where the Lord ordains.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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