On a cloudy Sunless Sunday

A blue sky appearing

To a brighten the day…

The road seems long

But like life the journey home

Passes at great speed

Towns and cities appear

In the vista

Visited during another

Trip but a revisit is not

On the agenda nor anytime

In the future….

A75 year life has

Pinpointed the map

Of my life only including

The area where my children

Have settle…

No longer wanting to

See the world

Barely enough time

To visit theirs…

Milestones have past

Visible only in a rear view

And drifting further away

The only milestone on the

Horizon is a granite stone

On which my name appears

Where my journey and road

Ends..:.