The Traveler

Each step seemed as if it would be the last he’d ever take

With each breath his feeble lungs threatened soon to break

His eyelids had fallen, his arms hung low

His heartbeat had begun to slow

If the wind gave but the feeblest blow

He’d crumble in its wake

Though he fought he surely knew this was his day to die

 He continued to fight even though he didn’t quite know why

His death was not a question now

Which surey begged the question how

Still he managed to somehow

His circumstance belie 

But lo, he found his target, an oasis in the sand ahead

Shocked and awestruck the man at last ceased his trudging tread

His body let out a cackling sound

A laugh of irony most profound 

And then he fell upon the ground

His body limp and dead


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