Reflections

He was older now but not yet old
A life of great fortune had favored his bold

Time he reflected hadn’t taken its toll
He was hale in his strength, both body and soul

But something was nagging, something was bugging
At the corner of mind, something was tugging

He’d hit very pinnacle, smashed every ball
Now it brought him up short, was this all?

No more could be done in his chosen profession
He’d hit the tippy top with ease of accession

What would it gain him yet another accolade
The adrenaline buzz had long since did fade

Never before had he felt so frail
Now too much success just felt like a fail

Too late it is now to start something new
But continuing on causes feeling of blue

I’m stuck a crossroads, I’m all in a dither
Where should I go now yonder or hither

For hour after hour he drank whiskey and beer
Hoping the liquor would assuage his fear

At last it hits me, I shan’t be a loser
Tis the scotch that is talking but I am no loser

Perhaps I’ve earned time to reflect on success
And lay down the burden before more becomes less

Yes that is the answer to my deepest ponder
I don’t’ need to force myself hither and yonder

Instead I’ll just sit right here for a while
Nursing my drink with a beatific smile