Looking Downwards

I look down
At my hands
Seeing a future
Once filled with hopes
And dreams
Of a richer tomorrow.

Instead
Arthritic gnarled knuckles
Stare back at me
Marking a lifetime
Of “might-have been’s”.

Dreams turned
Into ashes
When exposed
To the harsh light
Of reality.

Often wonder
Why I bother
To continue
In this struggle
Of mine.

Given the dashed hopes
And broken promises
Of a lifetime
Spent battling against
The system.

Never measuring up
To my expectations
Always falling way short.

Original square peg
In a round  hole.

Author's Note

yeah, I know a downer of a verse.

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

i can't picture you being that old...i like your butterscotch cat...looks like Morris

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Well said!

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Because you've got the strength to keep battling on and make it all worth it! =D