‘Just Waiting’ by Andrew Bradford

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

Copyright 2016 by Andrew Bradford. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission.

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