Like the sun slowly setting in the west,
All journeys must conclude one day
Leaving only a path of frail footprints.
Perhaps, watching the final sunset
One comes to realize that preservation
Depends on how well the path was tended.
In the end, one cannot go back
And care for a path that was unkempt.
The past cannot be changed.
Soon the present and future will merge,
Like the last fiery sliver of sunshine
Melting into the horizon.
In this moment, perhaps, the journey moves inward
And begins again; giving us one last opportunity
To relive the entire path in a single flash.
What a wonderful experience that would be,
A convergence of the events of a lifetime
In a brief moment of enlightenment and awe.
A momentous and brief parade of all that was,
All that is, and all that will ever be,
Sending us off to the great beyond.
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