To a Point
TO A POINT
As the wedge thins to the end
And all options have dissipated
Time for alternatives has passed
Just straight on into the buffers
Maybe then this crazy life of late
Hurtling on at increased pace
Will stop and pause for breath
Perhaps to rearrange the pieces
And never again to wonder
What else it could have been
Except a full persistent drive
To reach the end, now in sight
Then sadly, maybe to realise
This is it, as was meant to be
To have lived and been loved
And loved to the full in return
No inscriptions on grey stone
Except perhaps to be missed
That will at least be something
As real as any good memory
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