A Sad Desert Tale
HKUGA College, Stephanie Lee, Poetry: Group 3
Remember that fateful day
His doomed future was sealed.
It started off as a playful bet
Then everything became real.
Remember that fateful day
He swore to cross the Gobi.
Those parting words still lingered
Asking “How hard could it be?”
Now, ignorance has taken its toll.
Across the barren yellow canvas,
Below the clear blue sky,
A lonely traveler calls out,
But all is quiet, no reply.
The empty canteen rattles,
Desperate for a water hole.
His concrete legs dragging along
And suddenly, he sees his goal.
A pond of hope, a need for survival.
So down, down, down he charges
To find his final burst of energy
Wasted, by a cunning mirage.
His heart sinks a thousand miles,
His shoulders sag in defeat.
A cry of anguish fills the air,
As he collapses in the heat.
“Silly me,” the dying man thought,
His thoughts filled with dread,
Hanging on the brink of death,
As vultures circled overhead.
