the middle
years
are the best.
you're
no longer worried
about
the next pimple on your
face,
or concerned
about what your
friends think.
are you hip enough,
cool
enough,
are you wearing the right
shirt,
the right shoes.
and then the elder years
kick in
and it's
where's my cane,
my pills,
why does my knee
ache,
i can't sleep.
does this milk smell
bad to you?
who are you, what's your
name, again, dear?
yes, the middle years
are the best.
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