Eventually,
He is gone
At last,
He exits this stage
Too long a journey
Or too short a time
For too much a being
In too much a trouble
A weight, a burdening passage
A timorous fear for this end unwanted by all
The trek through the path in panting hope
Now over,
The desires to be, to do or not ended
As this short stay with daily ebbing strength
At last,
With all the gains and losses
And the wealth too many
The glories and honor in ranks of achievement
At last
At this pit,
Covered in brewing trenches
Labored in havocs ending in tomb
Eventually,
He is gone
At last, we all are no more
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