/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. /POEM