Oh, would that I could comprehend,
What lies in wait at journey's end;
A life in judgment's brief review,
Encapsulating all we knew.
For such is life, a moment's glance,
A brief respite where spirits dance;
Alone we enter, gather steam,
And walk the path we choose to dream.
Decisions fraught along the way,
A chance to mold our final day;
When all we've been and all we've done,
Will be revealed to each as one.
Brief snapshots of a life in time,
Shall play upon the fading mind;
All chances lost to pending fate,
A swift rewind without debate.
Unanswered questions, all for naught,
Will drift in haze of afterthought;
While fragments of the bittersweet,
Repeat in thought as visions meet.
No longer time to make amends,
As spirit climbs in slow transcend;
Life chronicled for those to see,
The irony in what may be.
How bless'ed those, upon inspect,
Who live their lives without regret;
For they shall gaze on all they've known,
Unhindered by the visions shown.