poemm

The final life

The end of the world is nigh,

But I'm just a little bug, so why

Should I care about the end of time,

When I'm just trying to survive?

I crawl around on the ground,

Looking for food that can be found.

I don't know about the wars and strife,

Or the end of all human life.

But as I scurry and I hide,

I can't help but feel a sense of pride.

For though the world may come to an end,

I'll still be here, my little bug friend.

So let the world fall apart,

Let the humans play their part.

For as long as I can crawl and fly,

I'll be here, until the day I die.