yet the road before me travels on,

stretching, reaching to the great beyond,

I have miles to go before I'm gone,

past the turn and past the hill,

unknown worlds await me still,

but now all my steps require my will.


the setting sun gives way to rising moon,

midnight fears, to fates at noon,

but it will end, none too soon,

the young they seek to rush their years,

the old they slow as the ending nears,

but in every mile, we shed our tears.






The End

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