An aspiration presupposes gutsy derring-do
and any dreamer worth his charm will ponder déjà vu.
Ambition is the trying out of things that aren't the norm.
Adventure called my name, but duty sounded its alarm.
Awaiting dreams for work at hand was not an easy climb;
appointed answer to my quest, retirement, came with time.
At last my secret's out - a childhood dream of writing well.
An author fashions means of flight for dormant clientele.
Away to lofty heights of thought... an album, shall I write,
an album crowded full of poems, senses to incite?
Alas! small hope I do fulfill, yet even while I pen;
as adolescent dreams are met, I ask, what might have been?