A bit'o'Steve-o's work:
The great debacle
My personal uphill battle
My to-do list that never got done
Places I wish I'd seen,
Battles I wish I'd won.

But instead I debate
A greater fate.
All theory and no action,
Or all movement and no satisfaction.

Either way the cost is great,
We've arrived to the party a millennium too late,
But at least we did it in style.
Like a two-minute mile,
That doesn't even bring a smile,
Because the reason for running
Has been dead for a while.
We're the life of the party
But the death of the party line.
We quit years ago
But we're still working full-time.
I am the life-long student
And life is the longest teacher.
I'm singing in the choir today
But everyone's listening to the preacher.