The Grand Finale

A long road has been written
Through typos and twists
You have seen it to the end
Fingers worn and callused
Pencils down to nubs
The corpses of pens fill a drawer
A cemetery you refuse to toss
Keys on have faded
The letters too faint for eyes
All to reach the finale
Will it be accepted?
You can never know
Until those who followed you
Get a chance to view the sunset
That you have crafted with your words.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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20 Responses to The Grand Finale

  1. Amazing poem, Charles. Sure does speak to all of us who write.


  2. L. Marie says:

    So great! Love the sunset analogy.
    I can certainly relate to the worn keys. Several have faded on my keyboard. 😄😄


  3. Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
    For all Writers…


  4. I am not a poet, but really enjoyed this one.


  5. Jennie says:

    Wow! What a poem!


  6. There’s nothing like the feeling of those two words, Grand Finale!


  7. Staci Troilo says:

    Love this, Charles.


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