Falter To Dust

Why do I falter,

When I try so hard,

I fight for an inch,

Then lose a yard,

I'm tired of fighting,

Yet know that I must,

I fear that my work,

Will just end in dust,

I will never give up,

At least that's what,

I try to tell myself,

But I see no more trophys

Going up on my shelf,

I feel that I'm falling,

That I'm losing ground,

Been a very long time,

Since I was king of the mound,

Will I win again?

Well I truly don't know,

But I do truly fear,

That I'll have Nothing to show,


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