the end of the road
by In All Our Years
is there no end to our desires for
those things our mind conspires-
while we work and toil and whittle toward
goals both grandiose and little?
we learn new ways to discover and
comfort in those moments, we recover-
and as we continue with the fun, there will be
setbacks and times of figure until tis done.
and it will be complete either
our success or sometimes defeat-
while then we pause and reflect and marvel
on those times that had no neglect.
and wonder if in some way large or small,
we made a difference in another’s day-
and while in our silence we sleep,
will others remember the road that was our deep?
while some say life is a journey,
of living, of loving and learning-
is there no end to our desires
while the end of the road truly conspires?
i say no-
for when you stop,
you most certainly go.