Faceless men on nameless streets
Pages filled with their defeats
In shadows dwell their souls in shame
That played so hard, yet lost the game
"Must I be they", the young man's plea
"Were anyone once like me"?
The guide he smiled, in this dream-like state
"Yes at one time they all were great"
Youth and dreams are a God-like gift
That sometime let your values drift
Lest you forget a man of clay
Like these poor fools you will be one day
"No not me" and then he woke
He did not know to whom he spoke
Just a dream, a silly dream, he wrote it off to be
"Not one in that hell was as great as me"
He'd challenged fate and swore he'd won
Fame for him had just begun
The dream he had begun to fade
To friends and foes he had it made
So time marched on and took its toll
When shadows reached to touch his soul
First his yough, then fame and pride
For Father Time had been his guide.