Dotting Laureate

1 fine day an erstwhile aspiring dotting poet laureate Overcome by inner torment and habitual thought This ditty came to wrote When 1 finds the sun behind sadly no longer way out in front Ever so steadily warming one's back and dirty neck And so too the torrent of regret that makes 1 fret the splinter creaking wooden board's under foot Beware and very mindful to watch out for the gap's as you step Because it's easy to fall through the crack's And it's a long old way back up as there are as many stairs to climb To find yourself right back where you began Realizing you have reached your ceiling and have finally attained your level And the only thing awaiting after that Is an untimely death Hopefully then followed by an everlasting eternal peace at last