A loss so great
That burns so bright
To seal one's fate
In dying light
Embarrassed soul
With head hung low
A distant goal
To want and know
A wound so deep
Takes time to heal
Nightmares sleep
An endless wheel
A sordid spin
On borrowed time
To hope to win
As tickings chyme
A lesson learned
To keep and hold
With knowledge earned
In heaps of gold
A walk of shame
Will be the key
To own the blame
And beat the enemy
