It is done, itís over, finished, no more.
That chapterís closed, nothing more can be said,
Elvis has left the building, shut that door,
goodbye and say the Kaddish for the dead.
The fat lady has sung, am done with that,
water over the bridge, come to a stop,
mission accomplished, the final at bat,
the time is up and the very last drop.
OK thatís that, itís a fait accompli,
Roger and out, last hurrah, fond farewell,
turn out the lights my friend, winning volley,
and next line a paradoxical knell.
Why with all of this now over and done,
do I have the sense I have just begun?