Ninth

The world is covered,
With billions of trails,
And each man’s life,
‘Till the moment it fails,
Belongs to a path,
Each man to his own,
Stupidly still,
Joined paths don’t go far.
Eventually lives,
Once converged must then part.
The distances grow,
Communication is lost,
And memories dim,
As heartache results.
Brothers and sisters,
Lovers and friends,
Parents and families,
All come to an end.