A thread of youth in a Life cloth

I love the evening sun,
I wish someday id see it set with my daughter or son,
But i guess its none of you concern,
See, im a growing youth,
Living in an ugly truth,
Of Life!
So Dear future Wife,
Pardon me if you dont see me fit,
I might have grown up without shoes on my feet,
To walk the talk of my childhood dreams,
Apparently not everything is as it seems,
And as time passes on dreams may turn into Ash,
Well ; aint Reality Harsh,
So what do I do now?
& How?
Where do I go from here?
I sure hope its near,
Im Loosing hope i fear,
Right about now my life is kinda dizzy,
They warned me it wont be easy,
But dint imagine it could also be this hard,
Brighter days are to come, so ive heard,
I just wonder where & when,
Otherwise i wouldnt be holding this pen.

Good poem