Destination Unknown

Every traveler has an end in mind. The journey traveled only part of the find. Every road has its share of twists and wind. Parts of the journey make us feel blind. Days where the need is to unbind. The hard part? The path is unsigned. But in the end, when the score is told, That's the end when, with hope, we're old. Despite sometimes harsh we refused to fold. While many days long and often very cold. And days, turn years, as the calendar rolled. The hope? We found happiness untold!