DECREASE

[verseode]

               

         Although it goes against the grain
         I must decrease and fade
         Become someone who does the work
         Without an accolade
         Pride has had it's shelf life
         No longer will I gloat
         I'll be industrious just the same
         Beneath an overcoat.

         So why this sudden action?
         Am I in sad decline?
         The strain of being fruitful
         Has destroyed the flowing wine?
         No, I'm giving glory
         To the author of my odes
         I'm letting Him take all the bows
         Because I owe Him loads.