April Anthology 2016: to the victor the spoils

You beat me to the finish line,

At your own pace, determined and earnest.

I tell myself that I am fine,

I haven’t failed by not leaving the nest,

Not having a sheepskin,

Not making a living wage.

But it’s still a beautiful world we’re living in,

Even if we’re not living on the same page.

And it’ll be a wonder, to watch you shine—

Watch you learn to fly.

I’ll smell the roses on this slower path,

Wave at you and the clouds as you drift by.