Middle Aged Man Poem by Charles Hancock

A day in the life of a middle aged man
Who still listens to his old cassettes
Blondie, The Cars, and Duran Duran
Trying to get through life without regrets

A young man's personal demons massed
Fast cars, women, and other debauchery
Youthful yearnings of a long ago past
Self indulgence was his only philosophy

Oh, how life and times have changed
His favorite name has become grandpa
Lovers of the past, now estranged
Now spends his days with grandma

Once he was ten foot tall and bulletproof
Now naps and ice tea make his day
That's his idea of raising the roof
And he always takes the time to pray

The love of a grandchild is hard to beat
It's only surpassed by Jesus Christ
Who died with nails in his hands and feet
For our sins, the Son was sacrificed