Time was no more for a friend of mine,
I saw his box very nice in the arbour.
And wondered if his soul at the end of the line,
had found rest at last in the safe harbor.

Had he run the last mile,
considering the reward for his lifes’ work.
Had he gone with a song and a smile.
his earthly duties never to shirk?

Had he welcomed on his heart the knock,
of Him Who had paid the price.
Or had he placed on his heart a lock,
and rejected the good life for vice.

I sat in the quietness of the half filled room,
and casually looked at each and every face.
I saw in the eyes of each the touch of gloom,
as each considered the results of their own lifes' race.

I then felt the heaviness of each action of my life,
as its reward or weight settled down.
Thankful for the choice of rejecting strife,
and looked to the reward, my crown.

As we each approach the moment of the end,
and see the last sunset of life.
Time for us no longer will bend,
for on this earth, it’s the end of the line.