They call it middle age,
I deem it the ‘wrong side of forty’.
What was my destination anyway?
I can’t seem to recollect.
When did my memory become so faulty?
I was just strolling along,
Not a care in the world,
running in youthful exuberance
like an innocent little schoolgirl
content in my ignorant bliss.
It was quite simple really,
a single path, no detours,
smooth surface under my feet.
No complex maneuvers,
or so I had naively thought.
Who made these cracks in the road?
When did those potholes appear?
I just stepped in God knows what!
The path now seems quite treacherous.
Am I past the point of no return?
Struggling along the now harrowing path,
a little worn and weary of life
I happen upon a fork in the road,
and then it dawns on me;
I was standing at the ‘Crossroads of Life’.
Did I mention how indecisive I am?
If only I could just go back,
a time when things were simpler
when my body never ached
and I was strong and beautiful .
I think I’ll just take a little rest here.
This is all just too much to bare.
Which way am I to turn now?
I’m growing older by the minute.
This is a crisis of epic proportions!
I happen to notice two signposts
pointing in each direction,
but I can’t seem to make out the words.
Oh, let me get my glasses.
When did I start wearing bifocals?
Now I can see the words clearly.
One sign bares the words
‘Follow to a Life of Happiness’,
the other, ‘Continue on Your Mid-Life Crisis’.
I think I’ll take the former path!