Nearing the End

Can you hear it.. so loud and clear
The defeaning sound of the lull
Like the fish that helplessly falls silent
On spotting the swooping seagull

The end is always close
Just around the corner for most
But it always finds reason to step away
To stand in another corner, but not lost

But that's what is so appealing
In a human touch, in a child's smile
Dreams, desires and aspiration stand rock solid
In an existence that really is so fragile

But is the end the end alone
Is there really no further to go
That's a question so frequently asked
Yet there is no way to know

Many a loved ones have known the end
I hear them telling me when I weep
Yet when I see, they cease to exist
To tell me how peacefully I can sleep..