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?’
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