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 - catching dust.
Memories frozen in photo frame;
Forgotten - forming rust.
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.