Looking out of the window of my age old car,
The one that still moves around, marked with scars,
Life on the move has been so cloudy,
More than Half of those who knew me would agree.
Blurred memories of family and friends,
Passing by before I could make amends,
Looks on those faces so familiar,
Point to a future that could have been better.
Faintly remember the towns I crossed on my way,
Milestone after milestones, day after day,
Over the Journey did the Destination outweigh,
All this while the evening sky turned grey.
As I stand here at my road's end,
No more freeways no more bends,
Living a life all along with no regrets,
Hoping this is one of those last sunsets.
BySiddh