Tuesday, March 25, 2008


An era ends, a new day begins,

A chapter ends, and a new book begins,

A story ends;another is commenced,

A road ends, but a journey begins.

At its centre stand I, my eyes closed,

In contemplation, encircled in deep suspense,

When does it end, when shall it begin?

Thus do I think, neither joy nor remorse.

What lies ahead with so much in the rear?

Is it something that I should fear?

Nothing is what it seems after all,

Should I hesitate then, and pause my journey here?

Who knows what time hides in its cloak,

Behind the doors made of silver oak,

Which shall open only when i stand,

In front of them, and its opening I demand.

Tire I shall not, nor fear the unknown,

Worry i should not for what is gone and known,

I shall just move along ever so happy and say,

"Here I come world!All ships ahoy!"

Knock shall I down all obstacles,

With the weapons of courage and break,

OPen the doors that stop me,

From moving ahead on my true way.

An era ends, a new day begins,
A chapter ends, and a new book begins,
A story ends;another is commenced,
A road ends, but a journey begins.

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