Disgrace. Poem by Michael Gale

Disgrace, is this word too strong? ...
Is this word really wrong?
Disgrace, is this word an appreciated emotion? ...
Is this word a bandaide for a wound that hurts?
Is your pride hurt for certain? ...
Is this word the pain to pride's that is definitely hurtin'?
Does this word bring down the final deathly curtain?
Is your play of life finally ended? ...
All through your life, your needs were sadly stolen.
All the while your needs were not helped or tended.
All through life, your own rules were always bendin'.
In the end, signals for help, you were not sendin'.
Your whole life was uncontrolled by you...
This life was wasted by you.
In the end, your rights were rended.
Had you had gumption, by you, your rights would have been defended.
Disgrace in life is usually never intended.
In life there is no room for disgrace...
In your place of life there is no place.
If you remember this fact in life,
You will win in this life's whole race.