Before, a taught rope, you pulled on life's haul

Feet planted firm though you never stood tall

Mostly, enjoyed the seven deadly sins

though you're struggling now to gain any wins

 

The absent smile, from the faces of clowns

Our world straight upwards, whilst you're upside down

Lost within, though there is no maze around

One of life's bankrupts, currency unfound

 

Time silenced, inside a broken clock shop

As a Tup, too old to service the flock

Obscured by youth no more Last Chance Saloon

Unknown if you're seen as Sage or Buffoon

 

Just a grumpy old man, offering nought

Death soon upon you, your life has been caught