Middle Age (A Poem)

It's time to get up for work

But I'm struggling to get out of bed.

Everything on my body aches

From my toes to my head.

You would think I spent last night running a marathon

Or going ten rounds in a ring and cage.

Nope, it's none of that.

It's just middle age.

I thought, when I got older

I would grow wiser and develop more class.

Instead, it seems like everything I eat and drink

Manages to give me gas.

If I don't write it down, I'm sure to forget it.

If I choose to sit on the floor, I need an escape plan.

All because

I am now a middle-aged man.

I won't say all of it is bad though.

My gray hairs do sometimes get me senior discounts.

AARP ads make a lot more sense

And I can pay my bills while still having money left in my checking account.

So, I guess it's just a matter of taking the good with the bad.

Continue on with my life, just like a new chapter on a new page.

There's no point in getting depressed over it.

After all, it's just middle age.

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