An era ends, a new day begins,
A chapter ends, and a new book begins,
A story ends;another is commenced,
A road ends, but a journey begins.
At its centre stand I, my eyes closed,
In contemplation, encircled in deep suspense,
When does it end, when shall it begin?
Thus do I think, neither joy nor remorse.
What lies ahead with so much in the rear?
Is it something that I should fear?
Nothing is what it seems after all,
Should I hesitate then, and pause my journey here?
Who knows what time hides in its cloak,
Behind the doors made of silver oak,
Which shall open only when i stand,
In front of them, and its opening I demand.
Tire I shall not, nor fear the unknown,
Worry i should not for what is gone and known,
I shall just move along ever so happy and say,
"Here I come world!All ships ahoy!"
Knock shall I down all obstacles,
With the weapons of courage and break,
OPen the doors that stop me,
From moving ahead on my true way.
An era ends, a new day begins,
A chapter ends, and a new book begins,
A story ends;another is commenced,
A road ends, but a journey begins.
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