When the end comes

and the totals and sums 

are weighed and measured for value, 

we wish to admire

but more often aspire

to have equaled an accomplishment or two. 

 

But in the end

we usually send

our disappointment to the front of the line

whereupon examination

we confront in damnation

our failure to give the best of our time.

 

Apology and excuse

are tools we use

to rebuild a fragile sense of self;

when all it took

to have a better look

was integrity taken off the shelf.

 

But it's far too late

when at last our fate 

has finally come to fruition.

Our schemes and plans

are really dreams, sans

potential, our hope's attrition.

 

So heed this warning

you ambitious and idealist yearning

to accomplish your dreams without sacrifice or grit.

For only with diligence

and patience, and consciousness

will your life have joy, peace, and success in it.