End Rhymes

Simple exchanges
Passing time
Moving wrists
Writing rhymes
Penning poems
Crafting smiles.
No simple wonder
Looking back
That end rhymes do more
Than keep poems on track
They can show a man
What he thought he lacked.
Huddled close
At tables and bars
Kisses in open doorways
Or between separate cars
Beneath the moon
Or beneath the stars
Moments we pen
Are forever ours.
What is fate?
What does it portend?
What wisdom is in rhymes?
What lessons can they lend?
We move forward
As does a pen,
Waiting for the next rhyme
And the line it ends.

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