I Have Reached The Edge Poem by Rik Bertrand

I have traveled through the wrath of time,
I now I have reached the end of the line.
I cannot walk on air, and there is no space,
I have reached the end of life's race.

I have reached the edge, the tip of it all
If I am not careful I am sure that I will fall.
I have traveled world upon world through centuries
I have so many stored and treasured memories.

I sit here and I ponder what I shall do now,
Where I shall go, and what lands I should plow.
I see nothing but time ahead, with nowhere to go.
For I have seen all that the worlds will show.

I sit on the edge of time, I sit here and I wonder,
I sit here and listen to the night air sky and the thunder
The thunder in a cloudless realm, of this I don't understand,
I have reached the edge of life, and I remain a lonely man.

The tip, the edge, the end of it all.
I must be careful that I don't fall.
I must pass on the memories of my lonely journey
So that life can carry on without any worry.

REB (FEB 2012) Because I am close…