This will be the last time I will come here
Because I do not see any return,
And now that I know that the end is near
To see it one last time, my heart does yearn.
I know I have walked down this path before,
But I still marvel at the sights to see,
They take me back to the places of yore
That will take from me a minimal fee.
But I know that a snapshot will not do
To capture the way this path makes me feel
Because when I look back at what I knew,
I will wonder if it was ever real.
I just need to enjoy it while I can,
Not worrying about some future plan.
John Collings 