Long Days Gone By…

Long days gone by since I had the power
To struggle to fill the obstinate page,
Since I had the strength to labour for hours
Or seek inspiration upon this stage.
Days I remember, I’d write without end
Streams of my consciousness out into verse,
Holding no hope I could ever depend
On this fleeting skill to line out my purse.
Who knows, though? I’ll try. I’ll get in the game.
Search in my rhyming for fortune and fame.