If Wishes Were Horses

From the life’s treasury I borrowed a few days to live a life my way, Some I spent in weaving wishes, The rest in anticipation I squandered away! I ventured to fly free like a bird but grew my roots into the ground; I set out to sail seven seas, but cast my anchor ashore; I yearned to dream sweet dreams but slept on a bed of thorns; I prayed to dwell in heaven, but befriended the devil; I wished to be buried in my homeland but died on a foreign soil. In the sweat of our labor is salvation, Misery lies in wishful expectation. ~Oh, what the hell...contest by John lawless