Life Begins At 40
What will this world continue to make of me?
What will I continue to make of myself?
And the melding henceforth.
Minced meat, chopped liver.
Or a strand of grey pearls.
These days it's a new way of life.
A new way of living.
Oh, I just had a senior moment.
I need to dye my hair.
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