This poem is in my book. It came to me while driving home from work one night. I had been in a weird mood and I didn't know where this mood was coming from. But when I got home I sat down and wrote this poem.

As I was driving home one night
I realized something new
I had not thought of it before
Was this, the forty something blues?

I remember back when I was young
I don’t feel much different now
I still have longings and desires
I just don’t have the energy, somehow

Is this what happens as we grow old?
Does the image of self remain?
Do we see the girl of yesteryear
When in the mirror we gaze

When youthful days have gone away
And the outer beauty fades
Does the world see only the outer shell
Or the woman you are today

I pray they see the latter one
For she has so much to give
Experience, wisdom and a loving heart
From the many years she’s lived