In turning 40 years old, I am sharing a personal poem to celebrate my arrival of middle life. Now that I am middle-aged, I can start acting even more eccentric and get away with it. 😉
Middle of the Muddle: A Poem About Mid-Life
by Christopher Billows
I have learned,
that facts and theory,
found in degrees and libraries,
do not grow or touch our psyche.
I have met many,
the brilliant and the dull,
and the rich and the poor,
and found happiness being the pursuit of all.
I have worked for years,
seen the capable abhorred,
found leaders be the first to hide,
and watched justice be ignored.
I pursued self-actualization,
and have always been stung,
that the pursuit of the perfect,
is the cause of all wrong.
I have loved and adored,
witnessed another’s death,
fathered and seen birth,
and now ponder the drama of a final breath.