These middle indiscriminate years.
Thirty-something, forty, fifty, more!
Past breakfast, brunch, and lunch.
The afternoon tea time of our lives,
When energy and gravity vie to hit the floor!
And yet each aging flaw, and each aging fear
These days, reversibly here!
Thirty-something, join the gym!
Forty-something have a holiday.
Fifty-something, visit shrink you should have seen before!
Or have a fling!
Invest in facial fillers
Or . . .
Acknowledge you may frighten small children.
Look what you eat
And so be resigned
To head towards your mortal suppertime with a smile.
Befitting the indiscriminate indigestion
Of those middle years and fears.
Suddenly here, and too late to ignore!
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