LAST ONE ON THE 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.?