I dreamed too close to the sun,

And reality, a stern accountant,

Balanced me against a burning account.

For in the ledger of hopes, a stark divide,

I daily catch pennies, not shooting stars,

And I wish I were a cowboy but

In the cosmos of dreams,

Beggars ride neither horses nor luxury cars.

In this economy, i face the debt,

In the building of life, I take the stairs.

Steps of hope building my calves

Delay and rejection building my heart

Budget is not my gravity.

Winniefred F. Gbemuotor