Middle-Aged, a Poem

Forty-five is half of Ninety.
Here, I find the middle age.
Subtly stalking immortality
And hiding from the passing day,
I creep from bed a little slower,
I work to recall what I meant to say,
But today I know so much more
Than I thought I knew just yesterday.

Photograph by Lucidity Lamb

I wrote this one 5 years ago. If you’re into math, you’ll know that means I’m 50 now. How old do I think I’ll get? Probably not 100. I guess that means I’m rolling down the hill, so to speak. But it doesn’t feel like that.

My whole life has led me here. The people I know now and the things I am doing now – I never would have guessed years ago. But that is life. You just never know what is around the corner.

So I shall keep an open mind. And be patient with the world and with myself. Because my future is unlimited.

And so is yours.

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