Professionally Compromised

Sweet were the times when as a kid I always emerged as the winner,
I grew up to be an adult with this attitude to be reflected in my manner.
I was thrown into situations where competition creeped into my sweet dinner,
I was tested,my skills were put inside ruthless scanner.
Lost the trail myself,and struggled hard but proved again that I remain the winner.

Bitter are now times,when I am asked to start as a kid again,
For I don't like proving that this flesh and bones structure also carry a winning brain,
But my profession is such where one is asked to prove onself again and again,
I have grown tired of hard work which brings little gain and more pain.

Perhaps I am not used to this lifestyle so minimized,
Where challenges challenge me like some nighmare so maximized.
Time is drawing near, I am feeling animated,
I want to live simpler,avoid things complicated,
I want to flee away from mundane expectations and feel rationalised:
In the arms of my Holy Father who very well knows what makes me mesmerised,
So that whenever I look back,I'd recollect and tell others :
Never live a life being professionally compromised!