The End Game...

 



The day is dragging to an end   

    The pen is losing ink.   

The journey on the final bend   

     The ship is eager to sink.   

  

The trophies that once spoke his fame;   

    Now faded, jaded in rust.   

Memories frozen in photo frame;   

    Forgotten - gathering dust.   

  

Metal and paper saved in bank;   

    His life times labor and toil.   

Hardly matter and add to blank   

    when it’s time to hit the soil.   

  

The candle melts by his bedside;   

    An ominous flickering flame.   

His wall clock ticks and waits to decide;   

    There’s no winner in this game.