People are starting
to comment on
my dishevelled state,
I have to smile for I never
thought I looked great.
My beard which was once
trimmed and tight,
now has the appearance
best viewed at night.
It is not as if I intended
to let myself go,
the years caught up
and I started to slow.
My mind and body
are no longer in sync,
which leaves me too much
time on my own to think.
The dreams I thought
I would have achieved
vanished without trace
to leave me aggrieved
for wasting all the chances
that I had been given,
leaving me empty
in this joyless prison.
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