Some had found happiness
A couple found love
Another groveled in sadness
A few became known
Yet wherever all ended up
They knew they had touched
The bounds of infinity
And the peace of knowing.

How sad it all
Every passage not a poem
How useless normal language
Has become
But, can one infer its all
Been for nought
When people you touched
Once laughed and cried

And there lies the mysteries
No philosophy has answered
While in hell or heaven
We aspire.