I don’t get involved with many writing prompts these days. I don’t really get involved in anything much around here anymore. I choose, instead, to just lurk in the shadows. But during such a lurk I did stumble across a Tuesday Writing Prompt and, even though Wednesday had already began, I decided to write a few lines – mainly based on the fact that it was advertised as only requiring 5-10 minutes of effort (coincidentally approximating my maximum attention span).
I had to post something, anyway, just to show that, even though my own midnight beckons and I hear the beating hooves as the horseman approaches, there may be life in me yet (though possibly not much poetry).
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And now behold
A story told
Another page has turned
The sun has set
Have no regret
Your God is unconcerned
Behold the sky
A midnight sigh
The cosmos takes a breath
The sun will rise
No compromise
Each birth must end in death
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Richmond Road 
You are NOT old!! 😀 I promise!! 🙂 I know this because I’ve used my keen skills of deduction to target your age, give or take one year, with 95% accuracy. Beautiful poem, very sad.
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He’s but a pup, ‘e is.
and yes, as always, this is a classy poem with an interesting rhyme scheme. Maybe not sad, but realisitic…
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I like it!
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How optimistically depressing.
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I prefer to view it as depressingly optimistic. It’s a glass half full/ glass half empty sort of thing, I suppose.
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wow absolutely love this pops!
… you nailed it, exquisitely beautiful start to a real truth ending! Only when ppl stop avoiding this truth will they welcome a peaceful end …
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