Ever Alone: Doing It His Way Poem by Bryan Taplits

I see myself when just a tyke
Solitary but un-domained,
A schoolyard youth who played to win
No matter what the game.
And then I turned and here I was
The years they slid by me,
Kaleidoscopic were its shafts-
My ferry to infamy.
And now I pause and take a breath
To see what I have sown,
The stakes much bigger then when I was young-
Viewing now what I borrowed and loaned.
Not a tyke anymore, this new match I play
are my memories
And my winnings from all of my sinning? Why,
they are all of my own.