The finish line...

Is this the end of the race?

Is that the finish line?

I've been jogging for decades in circles...

Does this culminate the circle of my time?

Are those the boats I burnt?

Is that my broken bridge?

Sorry, I can't come home, momma...

'Cos to the fag end, I have reached.

Can I go up that hill one more time?

The one overlooking the lake?

Can I see his smile one more time?

And the rest, can I erase?

Minutes left to the finish...

My legs are growing colder.

I think of old friends and new ones...

And look up my shoulder.

Will they know that I have gone?

Or would they unknowingly move on?

How many would come for that last walk...

How many would miss me then on?

It has been a privilege...

To meet, to live and to know.

But now my time is up...

I have to go.