Unplanned Journey Poem by Alex Rosak

All was sunny, the years' pathway lengthily strayed
Past horizons well sign-posted
With early gameplans freshly laid
And bright ambitions boldly boasted;

But the stalking, dogged, burgeoning shade
Crossed the point where it cast a spell,
Where mortal bonds become unmaid
And you can almost hear that tolling bell.

Life the bereaved passed judgement on:
A fragile linkage, cruel and brief
And set their souls their course upon
The longest unplanned journey, grief.