/POEM
THE TERMINUS
End time comes for all journeys
When every train must stop
And for buses no other route to drive
When at a terminus they arrive.
As babies a journey began
That persevered turns and rugged terrains
When at birth brought they no baggage
Now at departure had no luggage.
This journey all humans must travel
However various destinies maybe
Like tourists enjoying pilgrimages
That will never last all ages.
Man's life a mortal journey
The beautiful flower that withers
A desolate life exit at eventide
Only mourning dews fall on its bedside.
Crack-boom! Crack-boom!!
Sounded the traditional funeral gunfire
For an elderly man of his kindred
Whose age was close to hundred.
The sick bed was his mortal end
His right hand a victorious twitch
Approved his legacies on earth
Before he departed in death.
Gone in the way of his ancestors
Who died and live in death's wilderness
That is never full with human souls.
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