The middle aged fun begins as the eyesight starts to dim.
Could you hold my menu, please?
I need it out this far.
And when I leave, I may need help
To find my very own car.
It’s not that I am stupid or that I lack good sense.
It’s only that my 40th has come and gone
I’ve not been quite right since.
So if you please, come read this text
You know I can’t see closely.
But I have my health and life is good…
Well, mostly.
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