Where Our Sidewalk Ends

by Sean Allen   Nov 22, 2004


There is no pot of gold,
no hidden mysteries;
no stories are left untold
where the sidewalk ends.

No confetti will fly,
no taste of victory.
The final place where we all lie
is where the sidewalk ends.

No judgment on who was right,
no useless parting plea;
nothing but eternal night
lies where the sidewalk ends.

No bitter cries last for long,
no tears will be shed for me.
No haunting funeral song
lives where the sidewalk ends.

Let us turn that final bend
into whatever God may send,
into what we can't comprehend,
the land that lies beyond us;
beyond where the sidewalk ends.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Crissy Taylor

    Wow i just want to say i like this poem an i think u did a very good job. I cant do the ryming poems i just do the free style is what im best at. But anyways very well put together

  • 19 years ago

    by ŦōüċhÌήğ ỀνĬĽ

    hehe awesome poem..I like the way u worded it..very interesting..keep writting^_^
    Shanneys
    5/5!

  • 20 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    O_O Talk bout depressing. You sure can dish it out with the best of us when you feel like it in the sad poems section ^_^
    Hmm.... maybe my views were skewed because i kept thinking aboutthat collection of poems titled "Where the Sidewalk Ends". Meh, good anywayz

    Aken Sol

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