Last Walk

I am running the last mile in my life, The age and tired feet have made my run to a limping walk, still, I walk and walk to the beacon of hope, Never let the pessimism take over the last straw of my hope. Sometimes I fall, to get up and keep going again, Sometimes tired I stand to watch the cycle of life revolve around my eyes, Sometimes I feel loved, sometimes I feel ignored, Sometimes I feel the time has passed by me, still I see my soul's destination in front of me. In the journey of life my soul is searching for love and peace, The feeling of love where I will lose the existence of mine, The sense of peace and tranquility where I would not hear my melancholy songs again, I will walk miles looking for until I fall and can't get up again. I meet so many souls on my way with troubled mind, confused about the goals and destinations of their life, Some say I am old, I don't want to live, They will have to walk with me enjoying the virtues and glory of their life.