New Life

She cut the ties The good The bad The menopause Finally, the long pause Followed by the loneliness Days became weeks, became months It was time Life begins at forty Did it, end at forty-six Swanky bar Lights, music, fear She felt that drowning sensation Maybe to early She felt eyes upon her Smiling, teasing, no words Her guard was up It’s impolite to stare Sorry, I was undressing you Never in her life Reality hit home, indignant And tell me, how far did you get All the way down to your inhibitions Twenty-three years worth, she thought The ice was broken Tom was the first John wouldn't be the last.