What use have I for all the gold of Troy?

[billy]

a reasonable attempt at the sonnet if that's what you're trying for but it has problems. if not then it has few problems but problems nonetheless. a fixed meter would make for a tighter poem in places you're a half foot short. i pointed. if a sonnet then a rhyme scheme would be the usual thing to use.

What use have I for all the gold of Troy?
These weary eyes see not its ancient gleam.
Where once the verdant grass of Hope did grow did grow feels forced
Now stare the dry and cracked weeds of Doom. i think the metaphor falls short in showing a good enough image. i think [stare] is the problem
The cruel winds of Age now roam the fields [metre is short] a suggestion would be so cruel, winds of Age now roam the fields
Where once Youth’s zephyr played his gentle tunes.
These courtyards, once so full of wine and song
Now lie forlorn, their walls bereft of hope,
And dust from long-lost battles settles still
Upon the fallen ones we loved so well.
Yet through the dark and perilous corridors half foot to much [perilous seems to be the culprit]
Our children stride, their youthful heads held high,
And bear our faded hopes and dreams with them
To brave new worlds beyond the distant stars.