It seems each road shall have an end
Without a lover or a friend
The seasons change or pass away
And move on by, day after day
The stars above fade aft each night
And disappear in morning’s light.
The sun will break its fast at dawn
While we are left to carry on
How lonely that one lifetime seems
With out its history and dreams
As all pass into the oblique
Deserting every quest we seek !
Claire V. Bogdanos 