Does the Road end
After some distance?

When we set out
There were some people with us
People lively and changing
Feeling and expressing.

Our interactions unfolded a drama
In which we played our parts.

On reflection
Fellow travellers on the road,
Fall back or move forward.

The road ahead gives way
To the melancholy of a painted town.

The years that hold the key to age
Melt away.
Fellow travelers go their own preferred way.

The road is desolate-
And end is reached.
The road’s or mine?