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Docmaverick
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Submitted by docmaverick on 4 September 2007 - 5:07pm.| Updated 12 September 2007 - 9:06am.
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Western Classic
The end of the day
is the beginning of night,
the end of being wrong
means that you’re finally right.
The end of your funds
means you can no longer spend,
the end of a relationship
you could be minus a friend.
The end of winter
brings the days that are warm,
the end of the quiet
begins the time of the storm.
The end of the property
is where there might be a fence,
the end of love isn’t hate
but quiet indifference.
The beginning of intolerance
puts me at the end of my rope,
but the end of all suffering
is the begining of hope.
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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You know Doc,
the worst of your poetry is like a Hallmark card, but the best, like this, is truly sublime.
Those last 6 lines
“the end of love isn’t hate
but quiet indifference.
The beginning of intolerance
puts me at the end of my rope,
but the end of all suffering
is the beginning of hope.”
(um, note the spelling corrections if you like)
Made me shiver with appreciation,
When I ran a Film and Design company for a while I called it “Sublime and Ridiculous Productions”
cheers,
Jess