-passing On-

Daily Poetry #81, April 20, 2017 Word: Passing On Here, the world is stained in golden sunlight. On this path I walk, I can see my life in pictures, in memories, which are also stained in that pure gold. Have I lived a full life? Is this it? Am I worthy of walking in gardens? Whatever is up there, answer me that. As I wander aimlessly, I see, the sidewalk has come to an end. But I don’t fret, for I know, that I am now at peace. That murmur through time comes to a close. Here, I sit at the end.