Some dreams
Age their way into reality
Like fine wines
They simply
Take their times
They take unexpected turns
They flirt with death
They almost flicker out
Then
When
They are devoid of hope
Reduced to jokes
So self deprecating
After all the pointless waiting
Somehow
SOMEHOW
Never ever becomes
Right NOW
Today I stumbled upon an article about a woman who started her professional music career in her 90's after a lifetime of creating music. And she's doing well (well enough to win a Latin Grammy if i read that right). If anyone who reads this poem asks for the article in the comments I'll find it back but either way, I was both impressed and inspired. I'm not sure what my future music career will end up like but it was nice to remember that the fact that I didn't start at 15 doesn't have to keep me from giving it a try (and succeeding).
Peace
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