The End At Last

The sun sets on the city People move about He sits by his TV Now and then he shouts He holds his gun in his hand The cylinder wide open He sits there wondering Deep inside he's hoping That tonight he'll be able to do What he's wanted to do for a long time For the past six months It's all that's been on his mind The TV volume is turned up The noise from the street he can hear When he thinks about not being alive He doesn't even shed a tear Suddenly, people hear a gun shot Someone runs to his door They knock so very hard But, he'll answer the knocks no more Down on the sidewalk a crowd gathers As his body is rolled out on a gurney At long last he is content As he takes his finale journey 1-4-2010/RjH