End Of My Days

Had a life time to get it right

And it is still not right.

Nobodies fault but my own,

And I have tried, time

And time again

Only to come up short,

Far short of happiness.

Pursuit I have had,

Pursued it my whole life.

But here I sit alone

With my dog and the TV.

Not the way I hoped,

Not the way I have dreamed,

But it has come to this

With the best I can do.

Who can I blame,

What can I do?

I do not like it,

But it is the best I can do.

The grave beckons

At the end of my days

Which comes closer

With each passing day.

Dream on, dream on,

Dream of the one,

The one who will come.

Better late than never,

But never I fear.

Yet in the days to come

My horse and my dog

They do comfort me.

I am glad for all that I have had,

But wish that I had more.

I wish that I had done more,

It was the compromises I made

That led me to this day,

Not my way or the Highway.

But for all involved

This is the best I can do.

I am as I am, changed into

What I am by the decisions

I have made in life.

Some willingly,

Others by force.

Forces by the best

Of the alternatives available.

It is with a light heart

That I move onto my grave,

Which awaits at the end of my days.