Poetry

The Final Bow; My Show Is Over

Here I am, high in the sky,

watching the birds pass by.

I'm ready to die.

See me now,

as I take my final bow.

This is my last vow.

Three steps from the end.

I am a wound you can never mend.

It is time for me to descend.

Prepared to step from the edge,

thus completing my concluding pledge.

Soon, I will just be dredge.

Here I am, high in the sky,

Show is over, Goodbye.