It's my fault

Taking full responsibility for my action

It’s my entire fault we lived on the edge,

With faces flung into bewildering frown,

Dim health marred our fading visage,

The infirmities diminished our splendid crown.

By choice the thirst of poverty command,

In spirit I met grim demand, armed and strong,

And many more destruction I understand,

All my fault torn up and trampling down.

Can I turn back the hands of time?

And start to live a better life all over again,

When fortune has already decline

And continue to fall like lashing rain.

Making no time to dream and gleam,

From the noon day sun climbing in the sky,

I acknowledge opportunity has come and gone,

And sit above the dark shadows on high.

One day the orbiting world gasps and turns,

The golden flame may once more burn sublime,

And fill my dream with brighter fortunes,

I could never have hoped to find.

I am the wreck of a dissolving dream,

Bequeath more symbol than good,

The urn of my entire fault lifts in pinion,

Downward gaze the command where I stood.