Lost Of Fame

Time went by as mornings stood still
my eyes didn't open as night never
ended the worlds fell out of order
as life seized to exist
i opened up my eyes and stretched
for the heaven
and fell out of time
my reign as king came crumbling
and my fame ended as brief as
premature baby
i sat in solitude
and wrote down these word
'with all my riches and all my fame
no matter how i was it came
to a bitter end and now am an
all man one his own rocking
in my wheel chair back and forth
to the sweet melody of the birds chipping'
and even then i fear that tomorrow light
i may never get to see

poem by Robert Roberts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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