Everything lasts “until”…
Iron rusts to dust,
Glass shatters to shards,
The Titanic met an iceberg.

Everything eventually expires.
Love, Life, Laughter.

Yes, everything expires.
Cold, Gold, and Mold.

So hold on to the precious… “until”
But know that even the pain will pass.

Prompted word was “until”.
Requester was Laura Gillespie
Request method was Mass Mosaic.
Author is Sean Prunka
No copyrights. This poem was released into the public domain by the author.

Author notes: Free verse with various poetic devices.