The Last Call
He left his sneakers by the shore
A backpack too, was laid aside
to pick up when the sun had died
He claimed his other gear, instead
The thrill of rapids filled his head
and sounds of water drew him in
His sneakers, backpack cast aside
would wait 'til dusk, upon the grass
when he returned to don again
They did not hear the roaring tides
They did not hear the shouts of fright
Nor did they hear, at last, the call
That came from voices through the night
Calls from those who searched the dark
While water surged and moonlight fell
And rushed instead, to grip a life
His sneakers, backpack, cast aside
assumed that he would come again
His sneakers wait, .........he kicked them off
In haste his backpack, too, was tossed
The river flows...... and all was lost
The cost was more than words explain
There's someone home who got the call
The words so wild, the last, that came
His sneakers, backpack, cast aside
assumed that he'd return again
It lies not in their province now,
to know the cost of human pain
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