Leavetaking – Michael Haig

With packed bags, clasped bags,

To get the show on the road,

Here, in this little town, time drags

And she is ready to go.

 

No matter which road you take,

The end of each is death.

No matter the friends you forsake

Or make, till your last drawn breath

 

In  a fast world you cannot

Escape the mockery of return.

Fate which the powers allot

The ribbon roads cannot unlearn.