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.