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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