I feel bereft and left alone
My limbs are heavy, made of stone
My strength is gone, I’m lost in space
My mind seems weary, out of pace.
I won’t contend with simple things
I know not what tomorrow brings
I’ve floundered for the umpteenth time
I’m sure my life’s long past it’s prime.
But I will rise above this strife
I need no piper, drum and fife
I often think I’ve lived too long
I’ve had my chance, I’ve sung my song.
The time has come to turn the page
Let other players take the stage
To finish all the plans life made
That they may find their accolade.