you’ve worked to fill your life with things,
with opulence and plenty —
but you last felt your true heart beat
when you were less than twenty

you gave away the life you sought
to play and fill a part;
you’ve bought a lot since then with what
you paid for with your heart

but you have not slowed down; you said
as riches just kept mounting,
‘the hour will come one day when i
  will take time for accounting…’

those victories you’ve won through all
that cunning, power and bluffing —
the empty hour’s come, and you
are left with all

of nothing