Where Am I Wrong?

I’ve done what you ask
And where have I gone?
Sitting alone, weeping,
Wondering where I’m going wrong.

Never a winner in this game;
Never easy to place blame.
Subtle reason to hold on
To what’s left of my good name.

The things I used to know
Are only memories now.
The goals in reach, no letting go,
Just getting there is learning how.

© 2004, Joe Jenkins

I hope you understand this. A little deeper thoughts required on this one.