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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