Down the "trail to no avail" I am going
Old rhyming machine gradually slowing
River of thought drying up, barely flowing
Crop failure on all of the seeds I was sowing
Can I still do the job, I'm better off not knowing
Doubt gnawing my muddled mind, slowly growing
My words all tarnished, no longer polished or glowing
Brain power running down the drain and surely showing
Roll up the tent and silently walk away
Let the younger poets join in the fray
Am becoming much too old to play
Believe I will close up shop today
Merrily travelling along my way
Nothing remains for me to say
I should have gone yesterday
I know that I just can't stay
Not any time left for delay
I feel I've earned my pay
I'll sing me a roundelay
Stay cheerful and gay
As I fade away…
