They say when you reach
the backside of thirty;
a midlife crisis looms in the air.
Midlife crisis!
Now what the hell is that?
Is it like the flu,
or a summer cold?
If it is, then I had mine,
When I got married
So many years ago.
So what happens?
When you reach the backside of forty.
Is it another midlife crisis,
or are you over the hill there?
Don’t ask me, I don’t know.
A government official once told me,
At the age of forty,
I was too far gone for repair.
That I was on the downward stretch.
Well here I am at sixty two,
and I’ve seen the backside of fifty.
But who really cares?
Your as young as you feel,
and I still feel like a little kid.
I go away at weekend
and play cowboys and Indians,
but in my case it is vicars and Indians
that’s why they call me Dodgy Dave.
Who cares if I’m a blatant fool,
I’m enjoying my life while I got it.
My advise to you,
is when you hit the backside of thirty,
you do the same as I do.
Act a little crazy,
and enjoy everyday you got.
13 June 2007
Too right my friend, Life is about enjoying your time, i have seen to many people work them selfs to an early grave, so you keep playing my friend...10
Dang buggers right on with this one, We're as young as we feel and some of us [ahem] refuse to have it any other way, like a Peter Pan forever thing...To answer your question...heck with 30, but 25 had me think, ye gads, a quarter of a century, and 50, well holy crow, now half a century.....getting up there and not seeking to complete all four quarters......like I have a choice, haha......love, marci.
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Having a mental age of 17 myself I know exactly what you are saying, David. Once you start thinking you're over the hill, you will be! A great, inspiring poem. Sorry, can't linger. I am off to have a kiss behind the bike sheds...... Love, Fran xxx