Alone.
The years go by, the world gets loud,
An older man seeks his own cloud.
No lonely though he stands alone,
A life he built, a life he's known.
He's learned to listen to his heart,
No need to play a tiring part.
The drama fades, the battles cease,
He finds his soul a gentle peace.
His space, his thoughts, a quiet grace,
A smile upon his weathered face.
He reads his books, he write his notes,
Where peace and understanding grows.
He's chased the dreams he wanted most,
Now quiet days, a peaceful coast.
He knows himself, he knows his worth,
Contentment found, a new rebirth.
T.M.Solvang
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