At some point in the passage of time, the question of aging surfaces.
Am I getting older? Am I "middle aged"? Those questions are frequently accompanied by a few shivvers and shakes! The specific answer, of course, is different for each person.
As you can see from the Poem below ... it happened to ME ... and I listened to what my Brain was whispering into my ears; it sounded something like this ...
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MIDDLE AGE?
As I sit and weep and wail,
make believing life’s a jail,
my mind goes tumble jumble,
as ‘thru my gloom I fumble!
What the hey is going on?
I jerk and twitch.
my feelings itch,
and no one’s here to scratch ‘em,
fast as I can hatch ‘em …
Is this ‘mid-age’ change of life?
I sigh, I cry, I contemplate my navel,
Never really getting started,
since wife and love departed,
to grow again, to know again,
just what I want to do.
What do I want to do?
,
… but wait …
hesitate a little longer,
for now I’m going somewhere,
going upward on without her,
yet sadly looking her way,
yearning still to say …
I love you … I love you … I love you!,
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Rhey W. Hedges, June 14, 1973
