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Still Middle Aged
I guess the question begs for an answer,
at what age does our life start to plummet?
When do all of those eager years of youth,
reach the peak and fall over the summit?
I wonder how old do we have to be,
before we will begin that downhill slide?
Towards that predictable river’s bend,
where uselessness and old age now reside?
Someone tell me exactly when it is,
that I will be knocking upon death’s door?
Face the fact there’s no hope for a future,
and stop asking for just a little more?
I have to admit some good days have passed,
maybe I am far from my youth filled prime.
I’m not going to sit and watch the clock,
waiting for it to sound its final chime.
Some people say I am over the hill,
others say that is being way too kind.
I say that growing old can just kiss my ass,
because age is only a state of mind.
Copyright ©
Jerry Brotherton
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