Swan Song Poem by Paul Warren

He liked the dusty track
Sitting on the log looking back
And the kookaburra sung
In the bright mid morning sun

The walk had seemed so easy
When he started walking you see
He had wanted it so bad
And now the walk made him glad

Alone he left his life so comfortable
But lately it made him so irritable
Here he was halfway along the trail
Needing to rest and be sure he would prevail

A lifetime had passed until now
So to continue was his only vow
Rested well he walked on
After deciding it would be his swan song.

© Paul Warren Poetry