His friends thought what a pity

Abandoning his job in the city

They judged him to be quite mad

Early mid-life crisis, how sad

Next, he distributed some of his wealth

Considered it essential for good health

Trinkets of a life he had turned away from

And pretty soon he will also be long gone

A Scottish island to be his new home

Clean air, wildness, freedom to roam

He will craft arty things from driftwood

His life harmonized natural and good

His inner voice he could no longer ignore

Happiness his reality like never before

A simpler new life and his soul is at ease

To inner bliss and contentment, he has the keys

Sometimes he ponders all the wasted years

All the deals he did; blood, sweat and tears

“Life carries on there, they won’t think of me

My decision to seek big skies and blue sea”

From his window every season looks pretty

Winters are harsh, but then so is the city

If they are happy in the city, he is glad they are

For himself he is grateful he’s come so far…

 

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