Below is a poem I wrote more than ten years ago and sent to poetry.com.\u00a0 I have hesitated to post it on my blog because, quite frankly, it’s a little embarrassing.\u00a0 Despite that, I have decided to swallow my pride and post it for several\u00a0reasons.\u00a0 First, I have felt like I should for a while now.\u00a0 Second, I need\u00a0another post for this month.\u00a0 (I try to at LEAST do three a month.)\u00a0 And finally, since I am not feeling this way at the moment – hopefully learning a few things since then – you don’t have to feel sorry for me or be amazed at my pity party.\u00a0 I am VERY blessed,\u00a0as are many of us.\u00a0\u00a0However, my guess is that some others have\u00a0felt this way at times, so maybe you can relate.\u00a0 If I\u00a0am the only one that has ever felt this way, don’t tell me.\u00a0 It will just make me feel\u00a0bad.\u00a0 \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n
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Midlife Musing<\/strong><\/p>\n Life is hollow. – JMS<\/p>\n <\/p>\n “His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant; you have been faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.’<\/em> Below is a poem I wrote more than ten years ago and sent to poetry.com.\u00a0 I have hesitated to post it on my blog because, quite frankly, it’s a little embarrassing.\u00a0 Despite that, I have decided to swallow my pride and post it for several\u00a0reasons.\u00a0 First, I have felt like I should for a while […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,277],"tags":[18,217,244,104],"class_list":["post-1709","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-consider","category-poetry-2","tag-life","tag-poetry","tag-regrets","tag-rewards"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1709","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1709"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1709\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1755,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1709\/revisions\/1755"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1709"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1709"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/markspruill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1709"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nStriving, Reaching, Struggling.
\nClose, but never there. Grasping.
\nNot quite good enough,
\nNot quite quick enough,
\nNot quite old or young enough.
\nA life full of not quite enough money,
\nNot quite enough time,
\nNot quite enough talent.
\nA life of almost good enough,
\nAlmost correct and almost right.
\nHoards of I-wish-I’d-done-thats.
\nRegrets scattered everywhere.
\nSuccess seems scarce, Yet blessings abound.
\nSelf pity is sickening.
\nThe end of life. A talk with God.
\nThe unimaginable happens.
\n“Well done,\u00a0good and faithful servant.”
\nNothing else will matter at all.<\/p>\n
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 — Matthew 25:23\u00a0 NKJV<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"