Unrealized dreams

Oh, my poor unfortunate dreams
Neglected by my wayward whims
are now homeless, loitering the streets
like some footloose urchins
panhandling for scraps and discards.

My dreams were of sturdy resolves
and my destiny seemed at hand
nourished by the sap of my life,
With fervor to leave behind a legacy,
some footprints in the sands of time;

But my whimsical thoughts led me astray,
Like the mist in the meadow
I got lost at the first light of dawn.

There’s a nip in the air
The sky is turning increasingly gray
and it’s a matter of keeping alive now,
Time is scarce
The dreams are cast by the wayside,
And I rue the day
when I stepped out of sync with fate.