Who Me? Forty?
by LION'S EYE
One day I stood at the bathroom sink
As I looked up, started to think.
The face that stared right back at me
was not someone I expected to see!
The hair had just a tinge of grey
and by the eyes, some wrinkles played,
and sagging downward to the ground
the skin was tanned, the stomach round
I snarled at it, it snarled back
and shocked I saw there was a lack!
...for holes appeared within that grin
that showed some blackness there within
I flexed my muscles and showed who’s boss
but when I stretched it made me cough.
And just when starting to despair,
another figure then appeared.
She stepped up close and hugged me tight
and I knew 40 was alright...
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