And so, you have arrived. Look at you now.
You got the things you wanted, in the end —
But something isn’t right, you know. Somehow,
You thought there’d be a lover, or a friend,
To share in your success, to cheer you on:
But all the folks like that have up and gone.
It’s not your fault, my loving friend. I know
You blame yourself. But you are not to blame:
For life is full of randomness, and chance,
And shifting rules that switch around the game.
You have done well, and your heart should be glad;
And yet I find you lonely now, and sad —
But do not fear that you won’t find your way:
For lonely night gives way