The last man

To be or not to ,

That’s not the problem:

That who knows

For whom the bell tolls,

be

Or, when you have no rose,

For whom you look for.

How to be or not to be,

That’s the question:

That in desert of ocean,

A man is not an island,

But he is,

A land of  loneliness.

Which had  peopled,

By  NO MAN.