The Countdown

At ten, I have composure to maintain At nine, I know the chance is all but mine At eight, I beat back fears and thoughts of a one-eighty At seven, I am at sixes and sevens At six, I draw my know-how and pull all of my tricks At five, it is lose or win, die or survive At four, all my strength is brought to the fore At three, I am careful and carefree At two, I am at point of no return but follow through At one, it was easier said now it’s done At zero, I am either a trier or a hero