Never Ends

Wonder do I why this book is closed.  

Be it that what is written has ended.

That our eyes no longer see that 

which was the story told.

Fond memories our hearts now heavy.

Put not this book away for in your sorrow 

from time to time; visit the fond memories.  

There to find comfort within the pages 

Of that where the writing never ends...

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