Long in tooth and soul. Longing for another win.
Lurch into the fray. Weapon out and belly in.
Warrior struggling to remain consequential.
Bellow aloud, bold and proud, of where I've been. But here I am.
Beating chest and drums. Beating tired bones again.
Age old battle, mine. Weapon out and belly in.
Tales told of battles won, of things we've done, Caligula would grin.
Beating tired bones. Tripping through, remember when.
Once invincible. Now the armor's wearing thin.
Heavy shield down. Warrior struggling to remain relevant.
Warrior struggling to remain consequential.
Bellow aloud, bold and proud, of where I've been.
But here I am, where I end.
Tears in my eyes chasing Ponce de Leon's phantoms.
So filled with hope I can taste mythical fountains.
False hope, perhaps,
But the truth never got in my way before now.
Feel the sting. Feeling time bearing down.