...And when the last door closed
There are no more regrets!
One thing remains proposed -
The longest road and cigarettes...
Don't think too much ahead of time,
The clouds thicken without warning!
No matter - pure your soul or grime...
Sometimes, inside, you will be roaring!
But not this one last time...
You're no longer afraid!
All that you have - lifetime,
But everything has its end.
And now you are without shackles,
Your gait is strong and resolute!
Let fly away the last soap bubbles -
Dark... silence... absolute...
Sincerely, Terry Craft.