So We Must Come To The Ending Of Days - Family 9/2/17 Poem by John Mackinnon

So we must come to the ending of days - Family 9/2/17

So we must come to the ending of days,
Of conversations
And of loves,  
Of words unspoken
And farewells,
With mouths still open
At the last goodbyes.
And too, the sighs
At life's ending.
What is, what will be,
Remembered?
Only the loudest belly laughs
That brought us all to tears.
Only the sadness of our lies
Hereafter,
And the constancy of love
And fears,  
Unrequieted.

So we must come to the ending of games
And the keeping of scores.
They are no more,
The collective joys and tears
We knew in playing,
That filtered quietly 
As our days
Played on,
And shared now
With those 
Who are not gone
Who quietly choose
To remember
Why we played.

So we must come to the parting of ways,
To the next bend,
Where the road beyond
Has waited
For so long
Unseen.
You cannot come
For now.
But when I'm gone,
Look back,
And through your dreams
A glimpse
Of what we held so dear,
Will show your world
Is steady
And will stay on track.