The Final Station

Sitting on the station, with my eyes closed,
Far to the flashbacks, i slowly roam.
The colorful pictures, the bright morning Sun,
And all that i lost, all that i won
The beautiful faces, the cheerful smiles
The buzzing city, the peaceful wild
The childhood victories,
The teenage victories,
And the young blood.
The days gone by, they would never come back,
I realised as i saw the train, waiting on track.
Picking up memories, my only possesion i rushed,
Bidding farewell to the hearts i once touched.
I realised i can just take blessings not wealth,
To my final destiny, to the station called death..


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