What Matters at the End of Days?

A poem

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At the end of days,

attempts to gleam with witchcraft —

potent brews to erase imperfection — will wither.

Lifeless,

they’ll stagnate.

Times we danced barefoot,

though,

careless in the wind,

and occasions we whooped,

loved,

and sang with joy,

will send forth bright shoots,

fresh ripples that extend far beyond existence.

Copyright © 2021 Bridget Webber. All rights reserved

Bridget Webber is the author of Nature Poems To Warm The Heart And Nurture The Soul and The Warm Hum of Bees: A poem book about life, love, and living.