AT THE END OF THE PATH.

I believe at the end of the road
It will be made known to me
All the things I guessed at,

And all the estimations I made
Will be flavoured correctly;
And all textures identified.

All the impossible questions
I asked will be answered,
Along with the ones I didn’t pose

And the well known proposals,
And midnight meditations,
Will all be explained plainly.

The past will be shown clarity,
And I will no doubt kick myself
At the simplicity of its transition

And the position of its importance
Will be reiterated and restored,
But not to the neglect of all else

That followed it and will follow
In my wake now I have no further
Track to make sense of:

For my sonnet will be writ, and
My pen laid down for the last time,
For my son to carry onwards,

Whilst I lay at my father’s side
And listen as the mysteries of life
Are revealed for the first time.