[ WP ] A conversation between a death row inmate and the guard bringing him his last meal .

`` Tell me guard, do you not tire? I hope that I may be so bold, 
 
 To have the conversation that a man who's doomed to die may hold, 
 
 When every man with whom you speak will see the sun just one more day, 
 
 Before their world is dark eternal, and their colour fades to grey?'' 
 
 `` Never have I known more men, and nowhere else would I belong, 
 
 I've learnt enough to last a lifetime, even though I knew none long, 
 
 I understand now how I shape my future under this blue sky, 
 
 So let me get to know you too, for one last meal, before you die.''
