The good thing is I can forget
The tasks I’ll leave undone.
Another whom I haven’t met
May stop to pick up one.
It does not matter in the end
When time looks frail and tossed.
Let’s make amends, my passing friends,
Since only love’s not lost.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where Paul is hosting on the theme “The End”.
Photo: “From Behind” by the author.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 