Our Journey Poem by Brad Kellum

Quietus is what we are born to.
In life we must see with eyes anew.
Ruination being always present but never felt until the end.
Though life is always there from the begining until we descend.
Death the constant runner always keeping pace.
In life we mockingly laugh at him, in the face.
One way or another we shall falter upon our demise.
Flashing before our eyes the life we lived revealing our true guise.
After dissolution, entering into the life hereafter, obtaining transcedence.
Humble heads bowed walking the white mile coming upon judgement omniscience.