The mind of this lame retreatist ,
Was once ambitious ;
Waking up to fight ,
To own the glorious crown
And surely a pay top dollar mansion .
Once or twice he got hit in life combat ,
Boldly,he stood up to it ,
But unfair to him, Life punches where so hard and fast .
so ,he only rose again to rise below .
Then his spirit got defeated ,
His counter spirit got countered hard ,
Till it quenched .
So his only goal now , Is nothing than a daily bread,
To keep him breathing , In his lonely abode ,
Till he later find peace; Somewhere below the soil.