years ago I know not exactly when my journey came to a quiet end I retired here to these spacious halls to live out my days inside these walls Iβll tarry here forever more while life goes on outside my door
I had my days beneath the sun the sun has set but my days go on lifeβs river flows on towards the sea but I find myself upon the beach and whatever life was left to live has flowed well, beyond my reach
"Some people die at 25 and aren't buried until 75." Benjamin Franklin