Game Of Endings

As seasons

Come to an

End

And the end

Grows

Nearer,

We find that some

Things become

Clearer

And 

The rest

Becomes

Fog

For the world

To

Follow.

Some people’s

Stories

Will end,

While others

Live

On in 

Imagination.

Some don’t

Even get

Mentioned

In the 

Game

Of 

Endings.

Plots are filled

Like potholes

And

Cracks,

But the cement

May not dry

By the time

The tears

Show

Us

That 

We

Certainly

Cry.

I guess on

To

Another

Adventure,

As this

One,

Like the ink,

Shall

Dry.

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