40

You are the thoughts ahead

And your presence  

A guidepost perhaps  

Everyone surrounds me  

Racing here or looking back

Their interpretations surround me

Begging me to reflect: 

How do I find you, 

Are you a friend? 

Is it just a number?

But for what you are  

You are welcome  

For what you have given me: 

20 couldn't hold

30 couldn't buy

And everything I should have had by now

Hey, it's ok, it takes time

But what you are to me is a pure blessing  

And you are welcome  

Faith is still alive  

Hope will wake me up shortly  

And someone I love will call me 40