One Poem

I may not live long enough But I'll try All I've penned and will do Will serve me bye and bye As I traipse through time Pass friends and shadows Stopping to scribe about Freaks and fallows Remembering remembrances Lilting moments, spinning dances Finding bits along the way Watching dreams go affray Flitting left, then to right Spotting hopes to see the light Telling tales, reaching high Every word, reason why And not loving much of it A misty pantheon Legions of plodding poets Murmuring their worn rimes Looking down, not waking up Yet wishing to be heard Just one good word Maybe the fate of us all All my days have come to this All my poems have made it so One utterance the result of all All I've thought All I've wrote Barely standing, here alone At the end with my One poem.