This poem is about the journey we all encounter to middle age.
We begin our journey to middle age in despair.
Where did the time go?
This is not fair!
We know that age should never be taken for granted
but when we reach 40, we become frantic!
When we hear those dreaded words, “Over the Hill”,
Suddenly, we want to cure all our ailments with a miracle pill.
We have the urge to walk around in disguise as if our age was written in our eyes.
These feelings of devestation must be defeated.
A number does not reflect how we are treated.
Eventually, we will overcome our fears,
realizing that age is only a frame-of-mind.
Soon, we’ll be proud of surviving all of our 40 years.
We’ve reached the prime of our life.
We have the knowledge, wisdom and the memories to treasure.
Live life to the fullest no matter how long we’re given.
Growing older and wiser is the absolute pleasure of living.
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