The Last Man on Earth

The last man on Earth woke to one more day.
"Always alone" - words he would often say
To himself, no life form, not far nor near
To hear his words, just heard in his lone ear.
A walk was in his plans, food filled his mind.
A market he sought, his goal was to find
Cans of soup, beans, spaghetti, or green peas,
Things he could use his knife to open with ease.
Radioactive cans that glowed in the dark,
These he would shirk from, like man from a shark.
The war he remembered, ten years ago today.
He'd hid in a shelter, bombs mushrooming away.
Escaped with his life, not affected at all,
He'd survived, while everyone else took the Fall.
As he entered the market, he thought of his life,
Alive but alone, filled with daily strife
Like how to find food, when none grew on Earth.
Gardens and farms were more than a dearth.
Spaghetti O's he found, better than nothing.
With three of these cans, he was done with his shopping.
Returning to home, stepping over dead people,
He looked at a church, sent a prayer to the steeple.
Such pain and suffering, how much he'd endured.
Living day after day, for what he wondered.
He thought of the days when he had his family,
His son and daughter and lovely wife Emily.
They died in the war, gone forever too soon,
So hard to imagine, shadows of a black moon.
The last man on Earth was shaken to his core
As he suddenly heard a knock on his door