Masters of None

Slumped over and disheveled we leaned to
See what men, like us, could be. We saw their
Eyes, bright and gleaming as the sun, and knew
That they'd been borne to sentiment and care.
Those shining faces, gazes white with pride
And eyes that shot like darts, knelt down, fell back.
They stared into our hearts with care denied;
We stumbled from the beat of their attack.
From out the fray, we stuttered, looked on glass
And saw our faces, dumb with aged fatigue.
We felt our hands and knew, from out that pass
Of time, that we'd been cast out of our league.
So here we slouch, a warning to our peers,
That they may learn from us, our wasted years.