If I had the cunning
To write my own ending;
Oh, what a conclusion
This chapter would see…
I’d say what I meant
And with closure I’d mend -
I’ll have conflicts resolved
And this cliff-hanger solved…
I’d do what I want
And forget what I can’t -
I’ll embrace you in arms
And then lay down my charms…
I’d give you my world
And a palace we’d build -
I’ll make you a sunset
And write you a couplet..
But, woe, all my writing
Is too damn depressing;
My bumbling attempt
Would just worsen this end…
Better than a final chapter might be a sequel but, of course, only if you could know what you had learned from the the first trip ’round.
Enjoyable set of verses you did here, not the least depressing…