Keeptrying Poem by Frederick Nellist

More grief than glory in my case
False whispers invading my mind
My mirror reflects a lived in face
All my dreams are disinclined.

Each morn. rousing from my slumber
Confronted with toil sweat and pain
Failures are a multitude in number
The damned light's gone out again.

Every step I take climbs up hill
My progress is reluctant to smile
My destiny in my own hands still
Should I fail I'll go out in style.

Success can be near but seem far
Moves encountered, few are blessed
Accept yourself for what you are
Fate invites you to do your best.

I've started and will see it through
Concentration begs my mind to clear
It may be the final thing I do
For once to succeed, I'll persevere.