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THE END OF THE ROAD

THE END OF THE ROAD

Rejoicing thrills his birth

Voices far and near said welcome to earth

A fine beautiful soul is born

Great works waits to be done

He starts the journey into the books

The future hanging on the hooks

Step by step goes the growth

Filled with the expectancies of youth

The two steps in the books now gone

Great works waits still to be done

His chosen path, now is know

Though just a step to go

Aha! Now he wears the mortarboard cap

Family and friends all to cheer to clap

Here there, up down. Left right-busy

I will make it he says though not easy

Grown, now he says “yes I do”

Life now falls on him like fresh dews

Blaring horns, tiny voices calls “daddy oyoyo”

More branches to continue tomorrow

House large, furnish fill- beautiful

Much pepper, fleets, affluence so full

Sad happy, sick healthy, caring much friends

No one thinks of the ends

Some for gets-and-gains, others-love

After all, each speaks for self above

He leads the crime de la crime

Convoy long, small big stands to waive at him

Eloquent everywhere very powerful

No one sees the sun setting on his youthful

But he is strong great a big man

The world falls at his command

Cold hands knocks, no option he answered

No mind thought of this but he is dead

Yelling’s wailings cries nothing to hold

Away like trash to rooms’ cold

Far and wide gathered they at his birth

Again they now are at his death

Blackly clothed, sad hearts and faces but merry is on

Glowing eulogy he was this and that ends the sermon

Convoy long small big stands to waive at him

Eulogies flow all to a casket wooden

Silently or noisily the go to the quiet woods in swift

Bay and large, up down, here he lays six feet.

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Glenn Marchand

this is masterful. a great deal of thought was invested in this poem. it was a pleasure to read.

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Joseph T. Elisha

You are right. I did not realized how much time I spent writing this poem until I read it again myself. Thank you for reading.

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