Don Rearden
- Apr 29, 2017
- 1 min read

Uncertain Endings

the play is the thing we return to

and we know what is coming

how it ends

but hope for a twist

as if we could learn

alongside the characters

transform ourselves, too

live again, night after night

uncertain endings for all

a curtain call

we cannot live expecting tragedy

but we all have our tickets

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