We do so often choose to realize

far too late,

the consequence of our dreams

~

While stroll sweet surreal in disguise

we often relate

yet fully unaware of our screams

~

Much later of course when commitment

has taken hold

we’re left to only wonder alone

~

Were it simpler to define our resentment

might then getting old

be less severe without needs atone.

~

The other day blocks of wood fell to earth

when some drove by

a few decidedly helped out the aged

~

We are never told to act as if simple girth

become the reason why

ignorance bemoans the world’s ragged

~

upon our soul as we strive to move forward

we wish for time to release attitude toward.