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,