Nothing Left

I have no more words to write No more battles left to fight, I have no more words to pray And no more thoughts to say. I have no more treasures to seek Or words of wisdom to speak, I have no more advice On how better to live your life. I have no more money in my pocket No loved ones picture in my locket, I have no more advice to give No more thoughts to why we live. I have no more envy or hate Which makes me feel joyful and great, I also have no more love Again I am now as I once was. I have nothing at all left As if it all was taken away by theft, Only thing that I can really do It is to give this poem to you. Randy L. McClave