Finality
The final straw can be so very thin,
Can be so slight, perceptible as air,
That final thing that really does you in.
The pile of To Be Read books to your chin
Collapses heaplike, adding pamphlets where
The final straw can be so very thin.
A box of chocolates finished - not a sin,
At least at first, though afterwards you swear
The final toffee must have done you in.
A vodka shot, another glass of gin,
You feel okay till puking without care -
The final straw can be so very thin.
A missing smile, anticipated grin
That could have saved the day, instead impairs,
Could be the thing that really does you in.
The spirit strives to bolster from within,
Struggles alone as friends stay unaware
Of final straws that are so very thin,
Those final things that really do you in.
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