The Last Day

The last day—when it repeats,

Like when it is an eve,

It is celebrated and commemorated

And when that day is final, it is hated.

Yes, I am talking about doomsday.

Now, some people will say

That I am a sadist because I am not feeling gay

When a fresh start is just a few hours away.

I am happy to know that things have changed,

That many things have happened

Which were tough at first but made life better.

I am writing this thought just as an observation.

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