Isn’t it a curse to live long
Beloved friends all gone
Kiths and kins buried down
Remains their name on the stone.
Sitting alone at the bay
Hair, beard all grey
As I peep at the past
A few memories that last
Always wanted to live long
Rein the world, get the throne
Luxury, name and fame
Emperor of my own game.
Countless nights wasted on hope
Handful of moments spent for love
Hope lies in fist now
Love is nowhere to be found.
A little too late
To fear death,
A little too late
To turn around.
A faded thought still remains
A desire to be remembered
If not the name I have earned
For the deeds I have done.
An old man is sitting alone at the bay thinking about the life he lived. Reaching to this point of life , he realizes he has spent most of his youth on earning and dreaming big. Now that he achieved all that he wanted, he understands how worthless everything is. The man is really lonely without anyone to accompany him. He is left alone ,the way he had left his family alone in the past.