live your best life

I have never found a love for poetry, but today I came a copy of a poem I've kept for years. It is perhaps the only one that has ever spoken to me, and I thought I would share.

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving,
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give Wine. Give Bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Written by Derek Walcott, from Collected Poems 1948-1984