The End

This is the end, this is where I close off,

Where I ignore critics who laugh, who scoff.

‘Twas quite a journey, I’ll be first to say

And yet it still comes: the end of the day.

The battles I’ve fought, the fights that I’ve won,

Inside I’m tired. I’m finished. I’m done.

I’m dried out, used up, I’ve nothing to give.

I had my moments, I truly did live.

But I won’t persist, I’ll no longer whine.

Now I’ve arrived at the end of the line.