Original Poems

Meant To Go

The way is hard to find at times,
For much I’ve done I should atone,
The road is long and empty, and
I guess I’m meant to go alone.

The grass is green, the hills are far,
With much to find that’s not been shown,
The path, the day – they both stretch on,
And I am meant to go alone.

So many dreams that tired out,
Or turned, at last, to dust or stone,
The way is forward, never back,
And I am meant to go alone.

There comes a day that is the last,
A resting time as yet unknown,
For now, though, I must tread this path,
From plot to plot, and zone to zone,

Where wild grass and thorns have grown,
And where I’m meant to go


One thought on “Meant To Go

  1. I have been “right there” more than once, awhile each time, and yet the not-alone periods keep interjecting themselves. This is a poignant reminder that none of it is permanent, perhaps not even the bodily ending that transports to who-knows-what beyond.

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