All that matters in the end ...

 ... when my work is done

and my world has slowly folded

in on itself leaving everything

and nothing behind

All that matters in the end ...

when they have flown the nest

and found their own colours

for the sea and a warmer south

All that matters in the end ...

when memories are all but

brief glimpses of a once familiar

landscape caught

in a flash of lightning

All that matters in the end ...

When your hand may not be in mine

When your hand may not be in mine

is that my mind still holds

a single spot of lucid thought

A smile shining from a past

well past

All the rest may be a blur

all my irreverent antics

irrelevant,

but I would still have

 ... all that matters in the end