End Game

I'm on a fly-path
To eternity,
Sadly leaving
Man's fraternity,
My rendevous with death
I do not fear,
For in my lengthy life
I had much joy and cheer,
Old age and boredom
Make me sick and tired,
My time has come
To be retired,
And though my soul
And body cease to be,
The atoms
Which composed me
Will last eternally,
Part of a cloud, a bird
Or even an other me.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz