Work in progress...

He sat down in his brown suit and
cowboy boots
with the weathered hands of a country man
and long lived roots
He said"
take me way in this ol' jet plane
down to the waters edge...
I'll lay in the sand and get a tan
till the day I am dead...
I say..
Why are you runnin, boy why can't you
stay..
take the world as you know it to live your
final days...

With tears in his eyes he softly says.
I lived so long all the others are dead.
Everyday I comes closer to saying goodbye.
rather have the memories than watch another die...

Well sometimes in my mind I see it different but what can I do right now to change that...listen to my heart and hope to get closer to making something work..till next time