PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As I look back on my aspirations
I fall further and further away from my designs
What silly illusions youth brings
nothing but what an ordinary life can afford
The dreams of youth tucked under a foam pillow,
The feeling of immortality sorely missed
Bones creak and ache. The mind is sharper, only the body lags
What a fine figure cut amongst the competition.
Staying above the crowd used to cone with ease
Not so any more. There's always changes.
They force the adventurer to wait
for right moments that never come.
Such high hopes and dreams of escaping this dolldrum
And yet though I've come a million miles
And doing what I profess to love the notions of
Granduer have failed to pass. I've travelled much and leaned a lot.
And gAve up my dream to be an artist in Paris for an ordinary love
That mother and father of which would be proud.
I gave up my first love and lost my soul love
Not but for some consolation, I have more than
Many could desire; a home, a family, a place to belong.
The greatness of these small endeavours I constantly
Fail to recognise except for today, when these small things were
Not upon my list of aspirations but are by far my greatest accomplishment
Especially when the eyes of youth do not know what love is clearly
GlAdly mistaken by youths aspirations I am with my first love and my soul love
Now that I know real love. I don't have aspirations now just rewarding endeavours
That for each pain a rough diamond appears and when the time is taken to cut and polishthe whole world changes by choice.