Turning 40

Can it be that tomorrows the day…
It’s the prime of your life
that’s what they say….

Life begins at forty
that’s what they’re telling me
The best years of your life
just you wait and see…

I was looking in the mirror
crows feet did appear
Wait is that a sprinkling of some gray
just above my ear

It’s not turning forty that I seem to dread
but rather the plague
They all warn me about,
I think they call it the “middle age spread”

Halfway to eighty can it be so… as
I get up each morning already looking for
My get up and go

Some say I don’t look any older
than one of my kids
THANK goodness for that wrinkle cream
… now…Where’d I put the lid

My body is so achy now,
my memory’s taken flight
Yikes is that my bladder waking me up
in the middle of the night….

Ahh if age is just a state of mind
then what state am I in
And why does it seem so hard
keeping off that double chin

Its all about each day and
The challenges we face
So with this aging process
God please grant me grace

To get up every morning
And read thru the obits
When not seeing my name there
Burst out in gleeful fits

Ahh yes I will be forty
So bring it on I say…
Now help me outa my chair
so I can go out and play

DLW Dec. 17th, 2003