SUNSET

At the end of the road when all flags are hoisted with roots firm on our soil,
all shoulder raised,
hopes high,
hearts anxious......
Our hope would lie in fellowship of  the people we  raced  together....
just like the sheath and the sword,
when the war is over the sword returns home (the sheath)
And When that Golden brown ray of sun beclouds our face, we know  its time to go home
Home where we truly belong
And then our toil nd sacrifices will be the legacies printed on the sands of time
There and then we would remember those who made the race worthwhile
Those legacies will forever speak for us when we are long gone!!!
Am glad we met on this ODDSYEY Called LIFE