Thinking back now, seems like all those late evenings spent wasting my life in some kind of self-induced revelry
Only really served to amuse me for a second or two, then it was back to norm
When I hit forty I started to see things in a way I never had before
Guess that’s what they mean by a mid-life crisis, but it felt more like an awakening
So I found my calling at long last, and it just so happened it had nothing to do with career
It was all built on a foundation of straw, and when it nearly tumbled down it left me shaken
Picked myself up, looked around, and learned to care unconditionally for another born from a slice of my soul
The good is always lighter than the ill, the perfect is never as sweet as the slightly imperfect
Sitting alone one night not long ago, I heard a distant voice I could almost translate
It came up slowly, wrapped its arms around me in a soft embrace
Told me not to worry, not to fret, not to pace
But to only trust that the wait is worth the effort of the reward
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