The Middle Years

Life takes me further from the places that can stop timeand can bring me back to visit that person I once was young and so carelessly naïve, taking for granted that forever was mine to behold and the world was always well within my grasp

now I find myself growing from dreams of wealth into true richness, savoring each moment’s singularity so easily lost in a Boccherini quintet at dusk as the candles flicker with a simple meal to fill my stomach and a humble wine to wash it down.

the middle years, they bring such a profound sense of well-being a contentment that youth can never know soon so deep will be the divide that one day we will pass as strangers and will say goodbye with only a nod going our separate ways, shrinking away on the horizon like some fading memory.