Peregrination Poem by Spanner Thegob

Our greatest fear?
to be forgotten!
Like a child,
misbegotten,
an observer,
in our own peregrination
A passenger,
without a destination.
To leave this world
all alone,
Exit with a solitary,
piteous moan.
When the sands of time run out,
expunged, there is no doubt,
But you should never ever fret,
Accept your fate without Regret.
You were always close at hand,
Two sets of footprints in the sand