This is the end.

"Where would i begin, if the lines on my face ' became the line's of my poetry, I've traveled beyond the decimal point ' past the exclamation marks, towards a brand new ending' shall you see a book of ages , when the words are bound together - shall my face be beautiful, or bound like toughest boot leather, each paragraph displayed, shall my beauty intensify ' or like witling flowers fade, i image ' song & dance, some big old fashioned parade ' i shall walk beside them in spirit, when my body ceases to be ' proud to say " This is the end ", of my lines in poetry".
Nardine Sanderson 01/01/2015.