I'm reserved for the losers,
The slow pokes in the race.

I'm the final words of the men,
As death takes away their trace.

I'm the chocolate left,
In the bottom of the ice-cream cone,

I'm the sweet dessert shared,
After a spicy meal and some bitter tones.

I'm the ultimate doomsday,
The climax of that action thriller,

You look at me negatively, oh world,
But in a queue,, I'm just a number.

I'm the dregs of tea left,
At the bottom of that teapot,

The afterword of that book,
The peace treaty signed after every war fought.

I'm always at the bottom, you say,
I'm at the termination of a sentence assertive,

But being last is being first from the end,
I say, it's all about perspective.

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Hey all of you! It's been a while since I last wrote a poem (being busy with studies does that to you). I hope all of you enjoy , vote and comment on it! Kind words of appreciation and critique never go waste ;)
And A Merry Christmas to all!! I hope everyone has a great holiday!

Jetjacky I know it's not what you asked for, but I wrote this one and I hope you like it :)