A thousand, and One
There are thousands of paths
And one destination.
Through the sniggers and laughs
You travel the nation.
Throught each street and
Around every corner,
There are faces to meet:
A superstar or mourner.
You see grief, you see suffering.
You see widows of dead.
You hear breakups and girls saying
“But, he said.”
And at the end of the day, when all is said and done.
You know it won’t matter. Eventually, there’ll be one.
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