Climbing the steps one foot at a time
He fell short of just one.
But it is a part of the paradigm
So I convince him that his journey is far from done.
I tell him the chances will still flow
And to keep the dreams I know he will conquer
But he wonders where he can go
And how he can focus with life like a blur.
I remind him of his special ways with the crying babies
Of the smiles from the children
And the laughs from the teens.
They all agree that he is one in a million.
He has climbed so high
But focuses on the crack below
Rather than the open sky
That is sure to embrace his wonderful glow.
At times we are our harshest critic
And our own worst enemy.
Why must we wait until we are grey and arthritic
To see that self-love is the best remedy?