Forty once seemed so darn old
But here I am, feeling so young and bold
Careers made, children nearly grown
Dreams fulfilled, memories sown
Society tells me I’m a middle-aged soul
When in my heart, I’m still youthful and
whole
My husband still dazzles me with his
gentle touch
Much like he did at my proms and such
My interests haven’t really changed; I
still like to run and play
How can it be that my youth can’t stay?
The lines of my face are coming, I know
So I’ve begun to moisturize, so that they
might not show
Fighting age with Zumba and weights
Mind over matter when saying “No” to
breads and cakes
I still have people to see and places to
go
Dreams aren't quenched, many gardens not
hoed.
Yes, I know in the end, the victor will
be my age
But for now, this girl’s claiming youth
as her sage
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