Your Voyage

What if they asked you to look back my dear,
To scrutinize your voyage, your reminiscence?
When your winter is truly near,
Will your tales be rich of life or will they be filled with silence?
An intrigued youth sits beside you,
Eager to savour your stories, your encounters and your words,
From far away lands an indelible view,
Do you have what it takes, or should he lend an ear to the birds?
Wake up now! the shadows are hovering mournfully.
Pen poems with mortals near and far,
When on your deathbed, you shan’t look back remorsefully,
The horizon is pure, brimming with rhymes and not a scar.
Read, drop a line, recount and leave a trace,
Listening to you, that youth would smile in grace.