they say age is just a number.
it was-but now, it's not.
it has become, an adversary.
something to be avoided-at all cost.
7, 8, 9, 10---these were friends i looked forward to meeting. later-
18, 19, 20, 21, these were goals, i looked forward to, accomplishing. then-
27, 28, 29, 30-these were achievements i enjoyed, accomplishing.
-now, there's 40. looming, smirking, menacing.
arms crossed-fearful and stern just above the horizon.
40-The Great Divide.
YOuth-a distant memory, old age beckoning.
WHoever said age is just a number,
had not, yet-met-40.
Copyright © Trevor Houchen | Year Posted 2005
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