THE END OF THE ROAD
Thinking back to my youth
when all was new and endless
my parents always close by
I saw not the end of the road.
Then I grew older and bolder
daydreams birthed and followed
my grandparents old and dying
I glimpsed the end of the road.
Later when strong and powerful
achievement comes with a price
now my parents old and dying
I fully see the end of the road.
And when the collective oversoul
decides you need to be humbled
by loss of fortune or your health,
you understand the end of the road.
So when humbled, frail and wretched
you recover the body, mind and soul
priorities are altered, for I can see
my shadow, at the end of the road.
Living life to the fullest is a priority,
creating life with words and paint
work is a vehicle, not the purpose
and I fear not, the end of the road.
A.G. Munson
