Spun

Something to leave behind
Just to show I lived here
Writing with a sound mind
Though the end is unclear  
 
Forgotten verses remain lost
Rhymes that never deliver
Images covered with frost
Just punched me in the liver
 
One last line before it dies
My fire was smothered out
While a lonely widow cries
Inside the shadow of doubt
 
Ink has dried up like time
Words splinter into sand
Never made a single dime
But always in command
 
When all is said and done
Yet another yarn gets spun