The Quest

I once met a woman
On a mission to be somewhere else.
Her whole life was given to the goal.
The somewhere was more an anywhere
The discontent was a constant
She finally managed it when she was really old.
Upon arrival she discovered
That it wasn’t the joy that she’d hoped for
But she was stuck as it was an old folk’s home
And she didn’t even have
The luxury of her memories as the quest
Was the only thing she had done.