Voyage
As the sun sets in the west,
A man wearing a fedora and a jacket,
Assisted by his trusty woody cane,
And who's hair was no thicker than a mane,
Walked slowly towards the sun's domain,
As the clock too walked along,
He left words that were lifelong,
Either words of glory or shame,
People around will not take it as a childish game,
As they wept for his sudden departure,
They knew his time was like a flicker,
This man could no longer linger,
And they soon had to come in terms with the reaper,
Yet with a steady faith,
He embraced Death who awaits,
And brought a bag of newspaper,
That held the endless stories of him as a life's voyager.
–PjS
2019-07-30 08:18:05
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