I have lived a life, a tale on a trail
Sometimes success, sometimes to fail

I have walked and talked fast and slow
With strangers, workers and people I know

I have moved my world both near and far
Following a dream, my own little star

But now, the evening, I look back at my trail
I can see my tracks but it’s not so clear, my tale

Where did I start? Where is my home?
What did I do?  Why am I alone?

Nothing to finish, no more children to raise
Where are the friends that shared my days?

Would the answers make me happy or is it better to forget?
I’ll find that out later, it’s not over yet