Fading Fortunes

Oh if only I knew the lessons of wealth,

I would my place have kept ,that so I would not have to resign,

My fate in shame and grace devoid.

In the grand tapestry of life's design,

Fortunes once gleamed like stars divine,

Yet, as a wayward shepherd, I let them stray,

Through mismanagement, they've slipped away.

My soul had gain the lots of life,

With rife I lived and wine away,

Forgetting the day they informed me to wait the late of night, and gain the ray of the wise.

Like autumn leaves in a gentle breeze, my fortunes fluttered away, I hoped and wished it never came,

My wealth flipped through my fingers, gliding away like the ebb of life,

I groped like am in the dark of the night, my wealth and fame away it went.

My fading fortunes were like the dying ember of a once glowing and glazing fire,

I wish I had the power to fire the ember,

To gain the fame I once I had,

But found out too late to gain the wane of wealth and gained.

Wealth once gain and mismanaged is a tale to wail about,

To count the loss when among friends I sit, and watch the scorn from the poor I despised once a time,

I wished I never once knew the taste of the lot of the gainers in life.

I had the chance to keep and grow the gain, but was deceived by the trick of life,

That opulence once gain is for keep, not knowing the great fall I gain by that.

In the twilight of prosperity, my fortune became a flickering candle,

To light up again becomes a struggle once the grip of wealth I lost,

The candle burn when once the gain was there , little did I know I waste to fail,

I seek the gain without the pain, of the discipline I now wish I retained.

Once a golden treasure trove, now a barren desert of lost dreams,

I swim day-by-day to wait, for a ray of hope from afar.

My hope will rise and wane, each day with the rising of the sun,

The setting of the same I watched, with no ray of hope in sight.

My fortune, once a soaring eagle, now a wounded bird grounded by neglect,

I wish I learn to prune the feathers, like the eagle to regain the age,

I flapped my feathers to soar like it used to be, in the sky as I spread my wings,

To travel by the wind, in the direction of wealth and fame.

The wings of the eagle is no more, it can no longer be able to carry its wait anymore,

Because I have neglect the rule of wealth, that once gained must for keep.

Mismanaged wealth, a ship lost at sea, adrift on the tides of fate,

Lost to the rudder of the wave, to struggle with the tides for grip and control,

Smitten by the frost and blast of the harsh weather, the house-holder of the sea,

The tides and wave showed no mercy for the recklessness of the sailor.

I pray and hope for day, when the night of blasting and thundering last,

In the lost sea of humanity, to gain the rudder to stay the stray ship,

I struggle in vain to do, as I would have so done to prevent,

The stray and lose of the ship to the grip of the tide in the sea I labour in vain.

My riches vanished like morning mist under the rising sun,

I had hope to rescue some, when in vain I labour to,

I ignore the ethics of wealth, the lessons I have learned, that in times to come when the chances come,

To make the most of the gain,

Always ensure that the wealth you get doesn't vanish due to a lack of skill in you, so it remains secure and steadfast.