With
a pocketful of dreams
he
stepped out from the innocence of adolescence
and
into the insecurity of an adulthood uncharted.
Hopes
and dreams stretch out before him
a
never ending carpet of experiences waiting.
Achievements
that he sought to attain,
a
legacy he'd lay down for his descendants,
a
future full of excitement and wonders,
His
path lay before him unbridled from fear,
his
childhood behind him, fresh in his mind.
Adulthood
ahead, with its abundance of promise.
With
a hatful of memories
he
stepped quietly into the obscurity of dotage
a
lingering shadow of the man he once was.
Thoughts
slipping into nothing
evaporating
amidst the clouds of confusion.
Memories
that were no longer his,
forgetting
all that he had accomplished,
remembering
triumphs that were not his to share.
His
life drifted away in clouded dreams,
fleeting
glimpses of childhood remained.
Adulthood
lived, yet now forgotten.
©
Fergus Martin
July
2014
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