Youthful aspirations hold
the world in pristine hands
and never in their arrogance
assume that aught will change.
Anathema is he that tries
to prick ambitions bud or
intimate a paring down may
offset future woes.
The spring of life is when we dream,
and plan a future full
of all that can be wished and more
with rosy tinted eyes.
'tis only after life has rubbed
and frayed away that bloom
of self belief and confidence,
reality sets in.
Then all begins to crumble,
castles fall, ambitions cease.
A million shards lie scattered
under weary winter skies
