The rain has ended….

and melancholy sneaks in during his quiet moments.

and the memories rise and fall. Standing alone without beliefs.

In silent thoughts his goals and plans he sought return. His dreams never achieved visit his mind.

He finds the solitude bearable yet his memories need sharing.

The thoughts of better times provide some comfort. Yet past transgressions long healed return and friends now part of deaths endless night come visit.

Accounts of griefs long counted and settled, the loss of things seen and loved draws near.

But reliving memories brings back one comfort while in his melancholy age.

And thoughts found many miles away, make all losses compensated, forgotten and sorrows end.

He knows, there but for the grace of you go I.