End of the Road

by

Faye Hoffman

Walking to a point,where you no longer see.
At the end of the road there,waiting just for me,
is the book of my life,notes written very neat.
All coverd in ashes,on the ground,beside my feet.

A list of the kindnesses,upon people I've bestowed.
A copy of the payments,I payed to all I owed.
There's a record of the deeds,in my life that I've performed.
Pictures of the people,that I may have harmed.

A safely guarded ledger,my life in it is told.
Waiting for the reader,to access the facts,it holds.
A witness to my actions,a Judge who's quick to scold.
The one who decides my worthiness,at the end of the road.

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