It is true this is it then,
the last, the end.
My life, this journey,
did it not just begin?
It seems not long ago
when I first did breathe,
now as a breath is my life
our lives and suddenly,
its over and all our
glad smiles and happy times,
are gone like grey clouds
with the dawn of sunshine,
and all that is left is often
sadness and regret,
for what remains undone
perhaps the life that we led.
But alas, it is too late
and nothing can be done,
as now we must return
to the earth we came from.
w.b. JS