Analysis of GREATNESS WAS ONCE A DREAM

Greatness Was Once A Dream

He stood there by the shore,
Lamenting the days when idleness was his whore.
He dined and wined in folly:
With nothing but inherited wealth he made jolly.

In wine he retched rueful words
And lost his seat among great lords.
Lavishousness was his guide.
In material gains he took pride.

At seventy with no children and wife,
He wondered the meaning to his life.
The future was supposed to be bright
But laxity turned it his plight.

He tried to sought for gold mines
But nature spat on him grey hair and wrinkle lines.
To rest in his grave,
He did long and crave.

In him, the reality of being a failure,runs like a cold stream.
For greatness was once a dream.