#1917-Glamor
In younger days,
I craved the limelight.
To brightly glow,
And in shallow waters flow.
Yet it was tiring.
Not fully satisfying.
Then, as years passed,
Answers began to arrive.
Now I better know,
What to seek,
To find my peace.
For what I pursued,
Wasn’t buried deep,
In age-old books,
Or concealed within,
Someone’s friendly words.
It always dwelled within,
Where tranquility lies,
By the wayside.