Exit

I know not
the grand entrance,
but when I leave
I know how it will be,
not even a faint ripple
on the space time fabric.

in-between ,
a performance subdued.
was it destiny,
or by intelligent design?
I played my part
the way I liked.

does it matter
if I failed or succeeded,
if for even a moment
I did bring a smile
to someone in need,
all the failures,
all the pains,
shall proudly embrace, as
from dust to dust
I return.