Becoming Irrelevant
Throughout life; I’ve challenged the odds;
many considered me intelligent;
riches and success became my false gods;
aging; I’m becoming irrelevant.
I thought I’d be a person of consequence;
perhaps it wasn’t meant to be;
the pathway I followed didn’t make sense;
failures became my reality.
I trusted many others; common and earthy;
believed in lies, I was told;
a few of them proved very unworthy;
now, I’m alone; growing old.
Liars and thieves have become in charge;
few even value the truth anymore;
while the most evil, remain at large;
only God is still keeping score.
Each of us lives in a perceived reality;
a consensus can no longer be found;
living in corruption; devoid of morality;
the price of living above ground
No longer do I feel that I’m in control;
the future no longer has my eye;
I’m merely one half an eternal soul;
I’ll see the other half, when I die.
Throughout life; I’ve challenged the odds;
many considered me intelligent;
riches and success became my false gods;
aging; I’m becoming irrelevant.
Monty 11.21.25. # 3,072