Enslaved By Excess Poem by Bryan Taplits

Just when you've reached all your goals
And accomplishments galore,
And envied lips all breathe your name-
You've seen your stature soar.
But then you‘re span bespeaks to you-
Now that you've made your mark-
What once was easy and, Oh, so smooth -
No longer is such a lark.
Sly stubborn time-
Refurbished your life which now you see sold,
Yes, you wasted life-your once precious youth-
On gathering successions-
And gathered, instead, fools gold.
Past lessons that once you diligently learned
Again you pursue now in winter's cold,
But in your joust with age's wily knight
You realize that you lost, now its too late-
And now you're just too old.