Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
When he's held by the sea's roar, motionless, there at the end,
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he'll never go back.
When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the cat,
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
No longer appear, not every man knows what he'll discover instead.
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky
The speaker touches on how death allows no more time to take part in life’s simple actions. There is no more time for “I’ll get around to it.” 
 In this way, the speaker encourages readers to appreciate small things like gardening or pets. It’s one of the optimistic things about this poem.
The End