Midlife Ponderance
What could be the point of having a dream
when you have reached the middle years of life?
Half of your time has passed, and now it seems
you’re just waiting for the end to arrive,
like a wide-eyed deer caught in the headlights
of a Mack Truck going thirty over.
All pursuits now are a roll of the dice
where chances of success are much lower;
Yet I can’t give up these dreams that remain,
the ones that aren’t shattered to shards at my feet,
though success unlikely, I shall refrain
from giving up and admitting defeat.
Now charge forth with drive and hunger aching!
The point? It’s Purpose of my own making!
when you have reached the middle years of life?
Half of your time has passed, and now it seems
you’re just waiting for the end to arrive,
like a wide-eyed deer caught in the headlights
of a Mack Truck going thirty over.
All pursuits now are a roll of the dice
where chances of success are much lower;
Yet I can’t give up these dreams that remain,
the ones that aren’t shattered to shards at my feet,
though success unlikely, I shall refrain
from giving up and admitting defeat.
Now charge forth with drive and hunger aching!
The point? It’s Purpose of my own making!
© Jeremy L. Heath, 2025. All rights reserved
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