Section 19, Row 38: My End in Sight is a poem written by Maxwell Diggle and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme The Games We Play for the month of April.
Section 19, Row 38: My End in Sight
For a moment, I felt peace
at an odd place. Surrounded by gravestones of pilgrims
Who have passed on, and comforted by
the wind’s gentle touch, there I was
at my grandfather’s resting place—
A reminder, a truth I so often forget:
All things come to an end.
Until then, I must run this race
Like an athlete who fights for their wreath.
Very powerful and poignant. The poem just reminded me of my father. I hope n pray that all of our near and dear ones are resting in peace.