PROLIFIC LOSER

Prolific loser, is that me,
How to define who is ‘me’?
To be churlish and to be sublime,
Want everything at a given time.

Loser because all I used to hold
Was stolen or I get it sold.
Selling them, the things that I found,
Was to be mine, it was fortune bound.

Prolific is the manner I loose,
So many choices, always worst I choose.

I wander on the sand of time,
In my fist I hold a dime.
This dime is painted blue,
Oh! Tell me is that you?

Prolific loser! I have lost everything.
‘Prolific loser’; this tag stings.

Oh! But if this dime, that I have saved
From this gloating world, miseries and pains.
Oh! If this dime is YOU,
I am a winner who had his due.