this isn't mine, it's my uncles but it's on poetry.com so i don't think he'd mind it being on here What's the point? It's the sharp end of a needle your finger feels when you prick it, The gesticulation of the umpire at the fall of a batsman's wicket. It's a definable spot in space, a measurement on a scale, A definite moment in time, the tapered end of a nail. It's a unit of scoring, a particular place en-route, The directing of a gun when about to shoot. It's portrayal of character, indifferent, good or bad They told me that it was 'rude to do it' when I was a lad. It's the mechanics that help a train to change track, The dot in decimalization we adopted way back. It's a mark on a compass, the climax of a joke, The part of the pencil that tends to be broke. It's a versatile word that's used quite a lot, But at the end of each sentence it's only a dot.