The End

• Russell Thomson, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

Each man must walk their road,
To a distance palace to call their own.
But Death will call in the end
When the sands of time sweep over us,
And strong proud men beg to be released.
Death will be happy to call to us in the end
No matter how hard we toil,
If poor or royal.
Death is taking us in the end
For the fate of all has been decided long ago,
Each so similar, each so strange.
Death is beside us till the end
But if you live without hate,
And not destroy but create.
Perhaps death can be denied in the end