The Last Man Poem by Vizo Meyase

If I were the last man in this world
When will I get to stand to queue on top-
Of the line behind the man listed in front me?
Shall I celebrate to the joy of delights or-
Am I suppose to bid farewell of tribute,
To my handsome fellow friends;
Who leads me through; till this far?

Like the rare fallen dead butterfly wings
Laying so assured of its uncountable sights
On the ground with an untimely riddance.
Yet, still the beauties of its fly away remains
With a beautiful flow in the air, in eve’y eye.

Life in spite unexpectedly lies in the memories-
Of all those beautiful mankind we’ve known
No matter, the time of our life someday-
Literally, might come to an end; with the ages
But be assured, that our past hour of miracle;
Remains undead in the heart of one’s unique soul.

I ain’t to lose the inferior integrity hop’ though-
I get to sing my song, in last left minut’ hour;
For if I were to accelerate my desire I fancied
The fate of my entire life would’ve already gone,
And I will be the last man of all the mans-
In a world, where favor of omen charms a goal…
Yet, if I were ‘The Last Man’ in this Universe
Where’d have Mother Earth taken the other mans?
Depart not my fellows; you’re reckoned with honors