Now I am older, but perhaps not wiser!, or have not learnt to be, I think to myself, what is the way forward, what future do I have ?, is there one, a real one, not a pretend one.
I feel at times I have been on a train travelling thought-out time, stopping of at stations of life, for periods of time, some stops happy memories, and some not so, but back on the train onward and forward through the tunnels and onto new stations, once again stopping awhile to savour the good things there, then back on the train, but each time one re-boards, you know that the line cannot go on for ever, the track will run out, well over half the journey has now passed.
Will it be at the end of the next tunnel, there is light there, still bright, but not as bright as the end last tunnel, I fear from now on, that the lights will get dimmer till they go out. And my ticket will expire, so one more exciting station please.
Journeys End. Rodney -Charles -William.
