Midlife Crisis
Beware the midlife crisis:
It takes you by surprise
after your 40th existential rise.
There is no remedy
to cure this dralody.
All you can do
is feel blue
and pout
day in and day out.
They say that life begins at forty
but they are wrong
because not everyone
starts looking for fun
in the birthday song.
while dancing
and prancing
on the road from Trinity
to some infinity.
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