Someday Never Comes

All the lines of his plans were well rehearsed.
How he would make his first million,
then see the world and all it had to offer.
And someday write the novel of his adventures,
He must some how be cursed, Someday never comes.

The childhood dreams of designing and building homes,
erased by the hard work of plumbing, and digging ditch.
The days of sweat and toil for a pay check too small.
Returning to his home each night tired, drunk and alone.
Not understanding, or caring what the future was. Someday never comes.

Suffering in silence to the drone of his daily grind,
no longer capable of making choices, he forgets his dreams.
Responsibility of wife and children in tow, he drowns.
The pain in his body never ceasing, his work never ending.
Assured that he is losing his mind. Someday never comes.

'Tis a sad tale of a man who forgot his dreams,
Whos' pit of despair consumed him.
The lack of will, a bill of goods was he sold?
Of course he could have been rich and travelled the world.
But that would be predictible, this way it's poetry. And a reminder.....
Someday never comes.