like when you see the best of the sun
as it hides beneath the horizon.
all good things come to an end.
the pet dog that u loved so very much
from since you were a child,
the day he just had to die.
yes good things have their limit
in which all things must reach,
the most beautiful flower must wither
and this is when you'll find it most sweet.
at the end of every storm
there will be a beautifully rainbow.
the deepest wound must heal some day,
in order to have that hindsight today.
so its simple what i'm trying to portray.
the end of something good today
just might be something better,
at a postponed date
christopher williams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-good-things-come-to-an-end-3/
