There comes a time in life
when we all look back.
We realize the goals we’ve met
have turned out to be more important
than goals not met.
We see unattained dreams
that are still within our reach,
and find the time to go after them.
In looking back, we tend to view love as
‘is that all there is? ’
For the lucky few, it is forever.
Our children raised, and grandkids growing,
we recognize in them our second chance.
There comes a time for all of us
when happily ever after
seems less important in the long haul.
We’ve come to learn our real security lies
in happily every now and then.
Over time, we’ve accepted the me ‘as is’
as being pretty damn good, considering,
and at last, we recognize the true wisdom
of allowing ourselves the gift of contentment.
There comes a time for us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
CJ This is just one of the most beautiful pieces I have ever read. It seriously moves me from the first reading. Your optimism is so inspiring and uplifting. To paraphrase the Bard: Oh brave new world that hath such people (who produce such works) in it. Adoringly yours Denis Joe