My World

Fresh hopes are born as a new dawn breaks, However mine eyes meet with the failures of yesterday, The field is ploughed and it be raked, But thou slow me down as i make hay, Time becomes mine foe as age wears me out, Bitter bile fills mine heart as mine vision darkens, Stupor are mine thoughts as challenges shout, And mine dignity fails as unto mine master i must hearken, Crumbs fallen from the glutton do i reach, Day turns into night as satisfaction eludes me, Tomorrow do i wait as unto my deity I beseech, Yellow rays rise over the horizon as another dawn breaks, But my limbs fail me in my strife, As fate leaves me with a successor in my stride,