It's Lonely At The Top Poem by James McLain

In land's of triumph, where crowns adorn,
Where victory's fire so brightly burns,
A throne of solitude, I have found,
Amidst the cheers, a lonesome sound.

The peak of glory, a lofty height,
Yet shadows dance in golden light,
For accolades, but few remain,
To share the triumph's sweetest strain.

The journey's end, a bittersweet sight,
Where isolation veils delight,
With none to bear the weight I bear,
It's lonely at the top, I swear.