|They say all good things must come to an end.
So then the contrarian corollary
would of course suggest
that all bad things must…
Like gum on that brand new pair of dress shoes.
Or that spot of crazy glue on your fingers
that leaves a rough patch on your skin
Or that crazy memory of the homeless woman
walking naked as the day she was born right down
the center of K street
to cars and pedestrians.
Well yes one would argue by that extension of unpleasant logic.
But I tend to think perhaps
the bad things too must come to an end.
Never lose hope. And remember
ends create beginnings.
Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge" week 52
Prompt: Write a poem about something that has ended.
No line count restrictions.