Journey’s Close

By Andrew R. Duckworth

As the last notes played,
I mourned that the music
Should ever have to end.
And yet, all great symphonies
Have their final notes,
Their closing chords.
But the journey is such
That the music carries you
To places you could have
Never traveled otherwise,
And when such a journey concludes
We expect our feet
To keep stepping on the path.
Once the gates have closed,
We must turn away.
But we must do so with a smile
Knowing that the music
Will always last in memory
And that it made the most
Of the past that we lived,
Of the past that we loved,
Of the past forever engraved.