Meet You Halfway

Up early enough for coffee and the first cigarette of the day
Some people think it lonely, but I’m glad my friend’s awake
Sitting on his front porch chair awaiting the sun’s first ray
Well-wishes in my passing, though I never caught his name

Then I wonder, Is it lonelier to sit and watch the passersby,
Or to push on with determined stare as I cross the countryside

Then again, we all strive to find peace in whatever way we might
And the friends we meet along the way are all placed there by design

So onward I press, to find my peace where the sun meets the sky
Keeping myself from sitting still until my knees ache more than my pride
Then one day when I’m gray and old, I’ll await the sun’s first ray
Saying, “Hello!” to passersby, “May your peace come meet you halfway!”

Photo by Colton Duke on Unsplash

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