I looked in the mirror and what did I see?
A forty-eight year old looking back at me.
How is that possible, how can it be?
Wasn’t it yesterday I was thirty-three?
With fifty just a stone’s throw away
I begin to wonder how to keep it all at bay
Then realize some aren’t blessed to see that day
Another decade? Heck Yeah! I think I’ll be okay.
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What a great poem! It made me feel a little better about being “forty-something”. I turn 42 in less than half a year, and sometimes wonder the very same thing. The days seem to be passing ever faster….
Take care,
Joe
The older you get, the faster the years pass. Ask my hubby. At 95, he says they just wizz right by.