The End of the Game.

The end of the game;

called life 

under a different name.

What after that none knew,

a few guessed or believed,

but no certainty, no real knowledge 

of what was after life

if anything at all.

The big question asked

but none quite knew;

a few believed they 

had the answer,

but had no real clue.

I sat waiting for the train,

the platform crowded

with people waiting

like myself, some patiently,

others less so, looking at

their watches or clocks 

on the platform. The tannoy 

gave out information,

trains late or soon arriving.

 

I sat and watched,

my mind on other things,

on deeper matters

that life at given moments, 

brings.