To every beginning
An ending waits somewhere
Lurking behind the shadow
Or just waiting on the next bend
Like a sail drifting in the sea
It will reach the shore in time
To every quest a time to cease eventually comes
The feet will tire from wandering
The mind will stop from imagining and dreaming
The heart will refrain from longing and desiring
The will of life prevails
As the time marches forward
When everything surrenders to fate
That only time can tell and knows when
© Nudershada M. Cabanes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To every beginning An ending waits somewhere Lurking behind the shadow Or just waiting on the next bend Like a sail drifting in the sea........so true. Touching expression. A beautiful philosophical write presented astutely. Thanks for sharing.10