I admit defeat

As I enter the years of my twilight;

Do my tears of mourning,

Fall from the blue moon;

Or am I so consumed 

To be used up by the light

For to be a glowing beauty of sorrow

As I once was

Now, endless mindless 

State of cuckoo 

Discovering inside

Feelings of despair or of desire 

And emptiness

Shallowness

Of youth bouncing their behind

For you can't afford to but this meat

So better to starve, and go hungry

Admit defeat!

Save your pennies for mine.