The end of the road seems distant tonight,
Though sometimes it seems just around the bend;
For my passage is slow, my burden light,
And my boon companions have time to spend.
Despite many potholes to walk around,
And rain that makes the road muddy and slick,
The laughter of friends, such a joyous sound,
Makes a difficult journey light and quick.
Still at quiet times, when we stop and rest,
I ponder what happens when I arrive.
Will I feel like I fulfilled a grand quest?
For nobody gets out of life, alive.
As I journey on, my last words should be:
“I love all of you for walking with me!”
Mick McKellar
April 2015
In today’s email, the word of the day was “Colophon.” It resonated with me, I guess.
Mick
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