Loser's Lament

It matters not the path I choose,
Can scarce afford to pay my dues.
It seems that I was born to lose.
Failure waits for me.

It matters not the ground I stand,
How hard I try or well I've planned,
I never gain the upper hand.
No success for me.

I flee from every foe I meet,
Forever sounding my retreat.
It seems I only know defeat.
Only course for me.

I'll overcome no challenge faced.
I'll never savor vict'ry's taste.
It seems my life will go to waste.
It's all there is for me.