Chapter 538
Bookend
Where does it start
Where does it end
Is everything in the middle
Only what we pretend
In everything we do
A message we send
We are what we are
Everyone must bend
When there are others invited
With which we must contend
When that is the case
There is nothing to defend
When one seeks another
As a new friend
They regulate who was already there
To the status of a bookend
Will the feelings that were there
Ever be able to transcend
In the long run it is feared
Things will never truly amend
Can a mind ever heal
Can a heart ever mend
It becomes painfully clear
On no one can we depend
Nobody