It's Never Too Late Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

From cradle small to final rest,
A lesson learned, a constant quest.
Life's gentle school, where we all grow,
A winding path, both high and low.

My ego strong, a towering wall,
Once ruled my days and heard my call.
But time now whispers, soft and low,
'Let go, my friend, and learn to flow.'

Accepting life, as it unfurls,
Embracing truths for all the world.
Simple guides, a steady hand,
To navigate this shifting sand.

My patience wanes, a restless tide,
My pride still lingers, deep inside.
Yet, I am striving, day by day,
To chase those shadows far away.

It takes its time, this tender art,
To mend the pieces of my heart.
But slowly, surely, I can feel,
A gentle grace, begin to heal.

I hope you see, where I now stand,
This humble journey, hand in hand.
Accept me then, for who I am,
A work in progress, I'm just a man.

T.M.Solvang