If you find your way to this strange post
You should know that I passed by
And have seen the fading prints of absent
Which like mine were tired and frail
But able to carry weary bodies and baggage
Away to another stop, another walk....
Do not despair, this is only a journey
And like most, there is a sure end.
Yet some say death is another journey too.
Some day you will have to move on
Either through the door
Or through the window
Just you remember that
Many have gone and many are yet to come.