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MIDDLE AGED CRISIS

Yes I am there 
In a place once thought distant 
And far, far away.
 No one told me of its fatigues
Hot flashes, memory loss, and tiredness 
Just to name a few symptoms 
That one experience in a middle aged crisis.
Trying very hard to make right the wrongs 
Having to deal with the future 
While life pass is captured in love songs.
Feeling very youthful and young at heart 
But its not difficult to see
Your body is falling apart.
Trying to keep up with this fast paced world 
Computer age and cyber space 
While old friends and love ones 
Vanish without a trace.
Children grown but still living at home 
Now its you that must adjust to their way of life 
Sons having husbands 
And daughters having wives.
This is one part of life 
I had hoped to miss 
The weary days and tired some nights 
Of middle aged crisis.
By 
Wilford Barker.
 

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Wilford Barker

So true my friend... I am a tired 58 years old man...... The last of 11 children...  But the world was a much better place back then.. How things have changed.... Thank God he is the same yesterday, today, and forevermore... Thus our prayers has a chance.... As always.. Cherie.... Thank you for your comments and support.....

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