Forty
I think I'll work on my abs today
Maybe run on the belt
Work some muscles that in 15 years
I haven't felt
Like a player in concussion
Like the caveman with no pelt,
I coulda been sporty
But forty is forty
Every day I look at the status,
Checkin’ for cracks in my dreams
Sometimes I get to thinkin’
I could only ever act in extremes
I hatch a scenario
Of Hollywood gangland schemes
A page from Get Shorty
Well I'm only forty
So now I’m in the bullring
But the bull won’t give me a glance
It’s a real tough situation
In the deep end of a romance
But my sword is feeling potent –
Why not give things another chance
with the one who gored me?
That’s life at forty.
2015
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