Solace
I drift through solace
But I am simply a visitor
Some happen to live here
But I can't afford the rent
So I just pass through
From time to time
To see what it's like
So many hopes and dreams
Such youthful exuberance
And aged wisdom
I simply gaze wistfully
Wondering if I missed out
Happiness has a price
But sometimes I can afford it
And I indulge it
Like a dehydrated soul finding water
But it's just a small cup
And it's only half full
I could have made better choices
Made better friends
I could spend my life counting what ifs
But that won't grant me a place here
So I find wisdom in my heart
It's bound together by the love of those I hold dear
And I find something I missed
I never had to seek solace
Because solace lives inside me
And it is not defined by money
Nor is it defined by material objects
It is defined by one very real blessing
Waking up each and every morning
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2018
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