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The Last Stop (Free verse) by Quiet-Ralph

While waiting at the last stop I contemplate the decisions of my life How have I made a difference With every raising of the sun A new ray of hope was given Time to complete my task Gain a greater knowledge As I set and look on my past Nothing has changed, I'm still getting on and off at the last stop

Jill Stockinger 15-Sep-03/4:00 PM
"with every raising of the sun
A new ray of hope was given" sounds too trite, too cliched.
I like the equating of getting on and off a bus with life in general, final last stop being death- should work on this poem more, neat idea here.




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