The Inn of Eternal Rest

Looking back at my life and how far I've come Many joys a few regrets but what's done is done Soon my journey will continue and I hope to be a guest In that faraway place called The Inn of Eternal Rest Sometimes this world of ours and its many woes Create burdens so heavy that seem to grow and grow We bend under the burden hoping to never break With a smile on our face while inside we deal with heartache Memories flood my mind as my hands grow ever more idle As I wait patiently for that final trains arrival That train that will carry me dressed in my Sunday best To that faraway place called The Inn of Eternal Rest