The End Is Here

The end is here.

It was drawing ever-near,

But now it is clear

That it is here.

 

This is the year,

A time not fit for cheer,

For the times are severe.

We must be austere,

We must be sincere,

We must revere,

And we must adhere.

 

This is the final frontier,

And the last of the premier,

But have no fear,

Or glistening tears,

For this is when we gear,

This is when we persevere,

And when others disappear.

 

Be strong, my dear.