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Oh! Lordy, I'm Forty!

 

The day's pass before me

The one that grows near

is the one that some people

approach with great fear.

 

It seems that no matter

what they've done with their life

it is not quite enough

be they husband or wife.

 

Something's not perfect

if it is, or it's not

they find it, and

tie themselves up in a knot.

 

They agonize freely, and

share it with others

that day looms more closely

and seemingly smothers.

 

It snuffs out the hopes

that they've had through the years.

It swallows them up

with unfounded fears.

 

The second hand reaches

the last midnight stroke

their life it still seems

has been one big joke.

 

Then the second hand passes

the top of the clock

 but, nothing has changed

from the tick to the tock.

  Gregory J. Kuhns