MIDDLE AGE…

Why do you suppose they call it that?

Is it between young and old?

By the way, who the hell are “they” anyway?

The middle-ages was a time of strife,

When wars were fought over religion,

And people died of indecision,

And disease was rampant.

Has anything changed since the middle-ages?

Here we all are, in our middle aged lives,’

Trying to figure out what in the future lies,

We write poetry, stories and stuff,

But maybe we all, not just me,

Are basically just full of belly button fluff.

Middle Age is a time of constrained fun,

Not like our 20s when we ruled the world,

Put our hair in curls,

And made out with the girls.

Now we still make out, but more with the remote,

And find comfort in sitting on the couch,

Letting the kids take care of the lawn,

And lifting the heavy stuff so we don’t say ouch.

What else can I say, about Middle Age?

Most likely a lot,

But just not,

At this very moment,

As now I got to go take out my teeth, let them soak,

Change the battery in my hearing aid,

And exercise my right thumb,

As I can’t operate the remote with my left,

                 Damn arthritis…

                                                (ed)