The End Of All Days

So maybe there is nothing much that we can do now
To change and undo what countless of years had left us to be
Of figures corporeal of mere breathing shells so cold and much denial
For this is what methinks that I have seen, and almost become so much to have been!

But now the time has come to change the tides again
No fear no doubts no past life lessons, could well delay this me for this way that I choose
For life has been kind but still bled and twined me, for none was my teacher but only of me
To tell this me of what was left and what is still right, but still I marched on like a clueless soul!

And now here again this me in restrospection
For what is left and what's more to come, for this road may it be for me or for free
Yet no one in life would greet me for here, as I give this sundown another deep sigh, waiting in vain
To the depths of the void that I stared through in still, knowing that perhaps no light shines me there!

Oh gracious me, this passed-off glee how much would I give for another but me
To walk dead in straight no lies or late sighs to see him within as I fly for reversals
Too much in this knowing oh poor smart-dumb me as to why did He choose for me but not others
To straightened all ends and ups and downs no one but God be He knows what waits for me still from the darkness encroaching!

So now it would seem I can now be excused from this mull
For this quest, this adventure of another late busride that would ply through the grey still
But for me no unwinding excursions could save this me now, or throngs of great fancies to receive me for falling
But rather I would walk once again so slowly in my steps, for a still-beating heart of an infant a-welcomed

And for the brisk-whipped odd this warm supper meal
For a man much so old yet feels not that gold
And thus the Traveler resumes still his journey
To the day of delight, and the end of all days...


SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2012