The last blog got repeated unnecessarily. The poem that came
into my mind is this………

Forty Plus

At forty, you realize

You can’t outnumber the days

The great hall has no seat for you

Have to stand out and welcome guests

As part of a Mr.-Mrs. Show.

Gone are the days

When you could slip out

For a splash in the rain

And a bite in the choc-bar………..

Your teeth wear your age

So does the skin

And the hair

Which you can’t part anymore

They say age makes you wiser

But you wish to be a fool

As the twenty something

Conquers your soul.