Lost Of Fame Poem by Robert Roberts

Time went by as mornings stood still
my eyes didn't open as night never
ended the worlds fell out of order
as life seized to exist
i opened up my eyes and stretched
for the heaven
and fell out of time
my reign as king came crumbling
and my fame ended as brief as
premature baby
i sat in solitude
and wrote down these word
'with all my riches and all my fame
no matter how i was it came
to a bitter end and now am an
all man one his own rocking
in my wheel chair back and forth
to the sweet melody of the birds chipping'
and even then i fear that tomorrow light
i may never get to see