
There is a last time for everything;
there is a last time for everyone.
This is the last time I will write this poem
in this place,
in this frame of mind.
This is the last time I will enjoy
this sip of coffee.
This is the last time the world will exist
precisely as it is in this exact moment.
Come, let’s celebrate
the end of the world together.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 214/365.
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