soft grumbles

I am a man beaten,

caught by the tide
drowning, gasping for air
as I swim towards the shore

I am a man beaten,

by the sun
which was kind enough
to take cover among the clouds

I am a man beaten,

supposedly by a shy moon
yes, she hid in the darkness
but only to come back anew

I am a man beaten,

by a multitude of stars
I guess I need not explain

I may be king
but my subjects are young;
their ideas are brighter
while mine are passe

I have fought many battles
and I am tired.

I tried to gain new friends
but they just shied away

I am old
but I shall continue fighting
till the end.

rolly