Fateful Day 1980.

I never did turn around

when I left

I walked on

cut off from my past.

Things fell into place

events followed each other

as if written

by an unseen script writer

keeping all things on the move

until the moment of rest.

I sold the gold ring

and closed up thoughts

of what might have been

of time ticking away

ticking away

until I the end

of that fateful day.