he was alone,

    as everyone is;

and will be

’til each one

will end.


and wherever

    he roam,

he’ll return

    to home;


to his mind,

    where we find

        it begin.


the reality though,

    he simply won’t go

to the places

    that will not exist.


but there is the hope,

    that never says nope.


there is always the hope,

    to persist.


but then

    in the end


he is no more than Man:


from the mud,

    to the dust,

        through the sand.


if hope be a feather,

    be it also the tether,


where we fix

    what we find










©2013, Marvin Welborn

5 December 2013

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