What Am I Doing Here

The journey he began long years ago A game with purpose fired in mind and soul Each deal of cards, with fortune’s dice each throw Brought him a step more near to this, his goal The duels were fought with cunning and with skill No quarter given those who would oppose A silver tongue employed, curled to his will Swayed power, brought his long striving t’ward its close Then winning line was passed in jubilation When accolades of praise were his to own He occupied that role that rules the nation Now sad and tragic shell upon a throne Conveyed in feeble cry of mind unclear Pathetic words: ‘What am I doing here?’