Until the Very day I Drop,
I’ll Remember every Flop,
Every Venture turned to Crud,
Ideas that Became a Dud.
Failures number More than Wins,
Virtues number Less than Sins.
People liked or Not so Much,
Those could Count on In a Clutch.
Years have Passed the Seven-five,
Amazing that I’m still Alive.
Life behind Me now is Sprawled,
Experience is What It’s Called.