Middle of the Muddle

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.

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