Little Room

Tonight, i lay in my little room,
Knowing fully well that it's my last time here.
As i lay, i went into some kind of introspection
Remembering the great things i've achieved here;
The wonderful times i've spent here.
How the room has been good to me,
How it has sheltered me in rains and sunshines,
How it has provided a shoulder for me to cry on in trying times, and
With the knowledge that it'll be hard for me to have such a beautiful little room again.
At last, in the darkness of the night,
with dizziness holding to take me to dreamland, and
the moon peeping through the window opening i sighed,'i will miss you.'