A Poem By Judith Smith Essay, Research Paper

For every thing there must come a last.

A last minute, a last hour, a last month, day, or year.

A last drink, a last coke, a last tequila, scotch, or beer.

A last love, a last heart, a last kiss, hug, or rage…

or even the last words written on a page.

But the worst last thing is your last breath

because what is to follow will surely be your death.

those words were written by a woman named judith smith right before she died in her small suburban home in texas.

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