A traveler, so weary
It's getting real dreary
Sitting still
As if hr had his fill
A traveler, so weary
High up on his hill
Left to be leery
With his personal chill
A traveler, so weary
Not feeling any ill
Being truly bleary
A traveler, missing his will
Drowning in remembrance,
Looking like a remnant,
Seeing time gone still
He paid his bill
And with a chill
- He was old -
He went out cold
His last, last time up the hill
Random poem - Nameless ending
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