You Are Forty Poem by Emma Adamyan

You are forty,
Means the peak is reached,
Welcome to the life`s party!

You are forty,
Means you are experienced,
And still... naughty!

You are forty,
Wrinkles won`t leave your face,
Now nobility makes your look pretty.

You`ve lived forty years,
Cried lots of tears,
Got enough fears,
Made many friends,
Most of whom are your enemies,
To discover it you`ll need another forty years,
One day to confess you have no any ideas
Which way in life is exactly right,
Now you`ve become patient.

Who could teach you now?
To whom you should bow?
Seems you`ve understood,
Only two teachers you had,
Those were your parents,
But what a pity-
You are forty...

You surely know what I mean-
The age when we lose them.
For time is never perfect,
It gives with one hand
And takes with the other,
The exchange is cruel-
You gain kids and lose your father,
What a terrible rule!

Remember the words he said,
Sing the melodies he played,
Make a treasure of those memories,
And blessed will be your days.
Give up perfidy,
Now you know time`s crafty,
As it`s made you forty...


Forty lines above are dedicated to all who got confused in that special age of forty. It`s the true beginning of your life, for you already know how to deal and you still want to do...