Run through, stiff ascend never restful
Sleep roughly, mindful of what’s ahead
A day, a week and month, will not take heed
Ardent, watchful, always full of scheme
Work is the pastime, desk’s the playground
Seasons passed by, success, like you wanted
Castle was made, solid, can’t be shunted
Sixty years old, alone, weak with your baton
The time, has claimed your youth, with no pardon
King with no Queen, a throne lacking subjects
Devoid of joy, your life full of dejects
Whispers you cast, fractious, thumping abyss
Sunset creeps fast, you’ll pass without such bliss
