End Of Time

Half way home my feet begin to tire
I pause where other journeys ended
I think I’ll lay my head down for a while
And contemplate the end of time

The woman they buried here died giving birth to a son
The son lived happily regardless
It makes no difference if you walk or run
You’ll get to see the end of time

Time is not eternal it falters to an end
Blind-fold and backwards to where it all begins
Be reassured, it all comes to an end
Death is your friend

Scares rise up to punctuate a life
Check for what may be a full-stop
And if that lump turns out to be malign
We’ll celebrate the end of time

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