The Return

You lived your life

fought all, and everyone you could

Did everything you should;

 

Now rest your tired bones

empty your heavy soul,

And lay down your weapons

It is time to march home.

 

I know you have come a long way

miles and years from home,

And a million montages of past

with people, and alone.

 

But now you have tread enough

And there is no road, for you to follow any more,

Set the oars down

you have reached the final shore.

 

Disregard all the reveries

don’t conjure the ghosts,

Let your demons rest in peace

let your exhausted self, return back home.

 

Don’t let affection for life

precipitate in your eyes,

A gift it was you cherished

and now death complies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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