A poem i just wrote,

I don't know where it came from but i had a sudden urge to write a few rhymes down and eventually it turned into a sort of loose poem.

It's rough and not perfect but i thought i'd just share it as i have no idea what to do with it.

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By and by,
The end of the world is nigh,
the fisherman still fishes,
and the couple still kisses

Soon will be the meek's week,
and the dancers still dance cheek to cheek,

a wise man strokes his beard,
and tell's the children its not what they feared,

Time ticks on,
and birds sing song,

and some sit wiping their ass,
what a strange way to let the world pass,

for the wind still blows,
and onward life goes,

as it draws to an end,
we'll just pretend,

that the lovers won't be caught,
and places in line not bought,

as they polish the gate,
we whistle and wait,

the twiddling of thumbs,
and the idling of drums,

the rapture upon us,
there shouldn't be a fuss,

for by and by,
the end is nigh,
and we keep on living,
till something says STOP.



I'll pretend it means something, or that i knew what that meaning is. To me it's just words i strung together and couldn't stop doing until i found a poignant end to the flow. I know feck all about poetry and usually only write Lyrics, but i like what i was saying, so i've shared it.

Critique would be welcome.