Towards the End

The carriage had taken him far enough

Through all roads-smooth and rough

All through the path he had cried and laughed.

But now it was time for him to depart

Depart-from the mortal world.

It was time to leave for the unknown

To leave behind the seeds he had sown

He would leave the world now all alone

He didn't think of jobs undone

Looking right into the path before him, to be gone.

A haunting thought crossed his mind.

Did he leave a good impression behind?

Would they remember him for long enough?

Through all the roads smooth and rough

The carriage had travelled far enough.

Redi,

23.06.2020