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My Last Poem?
 
Everything end's sometime I guess, for new things to begin. Everything has it's ups and

downs and an end to something doesn't mean it has come about by bad times.

POETRY has color, has form, gives something. Every poem needs time, every human needs

love. I hope my poetry had form, I hope my poetry gave something to someone in

need, I hope my poetry gave hope.

My Last Poem?



*I wrote this in New Mexico in 1972 Nov, before going over seas for the first time, uncertain if I was

going to return to the states again. And this was the very first poem I kept, written


at age 19.

By Truenobleman

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