LAST ONE ON EARTH

Always imagined did i a thought that i might be the last,

I would one morning awake to walk outside and not another.

My days would be as i describe, last one on the earth,

I wake up on this morning, i hear the birds outside my window.

Go about my daily rituals but something is different, find out soon,

Outside it’s unusually quiet, not the sound of a bus at the corner.

Children no more are on their way to school, cars are not heard,

A panic comes over me as i walk the street, over to the park.

Not a soul in sight, a little fright, did something happen during the night,

Stores empty, not a sound from the world, birds in the trees, all i see.

Last one on earth, this i must be, everything has stopped except for me,

Last one on earth, would i be free or a lonely prisoner in my own reality.?

Keith Garrett