Voyage

Water. I need water.
Can someone help a man
Dying of thirst? Dying of hunger?
You with the watering can!

Can you spare a drop or two?
Be kind to a weary one
For tomorrow it might be you too
Life decides to use for fun.

My path I didn't choose
My journey chose only me
I fear I'm destined to lose
And be lost like a drop in a sea

I am strong. Well, I was!
I am tired. Still am!
Life for me is a fuss
All clogged up like a dam.

I see my end. Thankful.
My end beckons ruefully
Suddenly, I feel like a fool
At the self-discovery of my folly!

My end ends with an open door,
A cup of water on the other side,
Loose change on the bare floor
And a new map for the ride.

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