Dreams

 

An old man sits upon the bench

As autumn fades away

He stares unblinking with misty eyes

Remembering his dreams of yesterday

 

Back then his life had yawned ahead

A never-ending spring

When anything was possible

All the things his dreams could bring

 

Life rolled down its relentless path

And summer blazed with flare

But while youth prevailed it mattered not

If he drifted by without a care

 

Now today it hits him hard

Autumn’s reality stands bare

And his precious dreams lie unfulfilled

A wasted life that went nowhere