I am still here, though all alone,
Writing the last lines to my final poem,
Slowly losing faith in all I have known,
As all my old friends slowly have gone…
But, I won’t give up, until my final breathe,
There’s is no way, that I’m finished yet,
Eight billion others, yet none just like me,
Still living life, as life’s meant to be…
Near the end of the trail,
My rations are low,
Still sailing my boat,
Though harder to row…
At the top of the hill,
So very long ago,
I began my journey,
To the valley below…
On highways deserted,
And lonely dirt roads,
A journey to somewhere,
That God only knows…
But, I won’t give up, until my final breathe,
There’s is no way, that I’m finished yet,
Eight billion others, yet none just like me,
Still living life, as life’s meant to be… □
