Last Chance Poem by david lessard

Last chance to go a-roving,
far from the city's roar;
last chance to go alone,
by the sea's, wet, barren shore.

Last call, to go out camping,
to where the stars can touch the hand,
Last call to go away from crowds,
and tramp the untramped land.

The final curtain's coming down,
we can't wait any longer;
The show's about to end,
We're not getting any stronger.

The last chapter's drawing near,
The book's coming to an end,
Let's find out what awaits us,
as we climb the hills that bend.

Last chance to go a- fishing,
In a pool that teems with trout;
Last call to sip that one cold brew,
Before they count you out.