Oh the things that my eyes have seen,
the many places walked I have been.
Upon peak and trough did I roam,
rarely knowing a place called home.
So many turnings along my way,
passing on through to seldom stay.
Staying as long as life allowed,
more times alone than in a crowd.
Beautiful faces that came and went,
both good and evil sometimes sent.
With words sometime of the softest kind,
echoing shrill calls yet within my mind.
Words once soft now turned to stone,
where faces vanish until left alone.
Upon road so full of twist and turn,
until a heart can no longer yearn.
Corners met that were never turned,
unseen paths that were never learned.
Future's short path left to travel on,
in time memory fades and it too is gone.
Things I was and all that I saw,
gone forever through the closing door.
How long then be there just a trace,
that my soul and I ever saw this place.
To dust and particles we all will decay,
those once met too will just fade away.
Until even memories of all are no more,
of a life full lived that no one even saw.
The stream of life and human existence.... a species long journey along an unknown road. Was there a beginning? Is there an end?
