This poem is fitting for the last day of summer.
JOURNEY'S END
I knelt down to pray
It was the end of the day
Another season has come to an end
No more lessons to comprehend.
The summer has come and gone
It won't be very long
That another will return
Very cold and taciturn.
The bus waits for me
The number is seven thirty-three
For I must venture west
It will turn out best.
There my journey will end
With my brothers and sisters to tend
Seasons are like flowers 💐
They last for only a few hours.
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