Never Give Up

When I consider how my life is spent After long years in this dark world and wide In trying to find that special talent Wherein I could take pardonable pride But now I have to contemplate defeat There is no spark,no inspiration there From my quest,I must consider retreat A bitter frown is all I have to wear Not much time now is left for me to yearn Life will soon see me off on my sad way For the recognition I wish to earn I lack the gift for which I oft did pray But my eager heart urges that I must Go on until I turn to dreaded dust