The Journey's End

The signpost stands where the crossways meet

There's but one road to the journey's end

The wanderer bent with his heavy load

Is waiting for a friend.

The sun sinks slowly behind the hill

The dead leaves lie where the wind has blown

Likewise he who has travelled far

Must find his way alone.

And as he leaves so the signpost turns

To point the way to the journey's end

The old grey man with his heavy load

No longer needs a friend.