Gravitation pull.

Mid life,the beginning and ending of death.

Where does it begin?

Where does it end?

Is it in the homestretch?

Or is it just around the bend?

Bags packed

Destination Unknown

A round trip

Where it ends, nobody knows

Your love ones kiss you goodbye

Holding back the tears of pain,the laughing years subside.

A ticket once held in your hand,now enclosed around your toe.

A late arrival or an unexpected storm approaching.

Who really knows.