Departure

When the end truly comes, that great day so longed for
It comes with no great fuss, no headlines,
No great salute, no ringing tone
To herald this one soul
Into 'What will be!’
No choir of angels
No trumpet call
Nothing new
Papers sold
Babies born
People die!

Life continues.....
Bins are collected
Spots are squeezed
Teeth brushed
Toilets flushed
Taxes rise
And somewhere
In the heart
of that

I leave……
;-)))