The Last Page (Poetry)

There must be more to life than this —
all cannot end with a full stop
so suddenly — while hope insists
ink flows... there is no final drop.

Word follows word — thus tales are told
life’s stretching chapters virtual proof
as pure nostalgia’s years unfold
and meld old fictions tight with truth.

For history is never done
but constant in its novel ways
records existence on the run —
a gripping chronicle of days.

Each thought a plotline woven thin
our short life dramas intertwine
to leave their mark on everything —
words cross the barriers of time

become immortal — leap death’s wire
their sense as vital as before
to give us comfort and inspire —
there’s no last page
                                there’s always more...