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Turn your midlife crisis to your own advantage by making it a time for renewal of your body and mind, rather than stand by helplessly and watch them decline.

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Make The Most Of Midlife

if you wait about what midlife
has to offer

you become a loser
because you expect an offering of such age

midlife is an age of giving
of making other people's dreams come true

make the most of it
let others grow let others have their own way

watch them
bloom
watch them
find their destinies

watch them
laugh

and then you are
what you want to be

a kingmaker
a dream weaver

a happy person
simply watching time go by.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Midlife Crisis

Shorthand for trying
to put the clock back and to be
as in your twenties and to flee
all thoughts of dying,
midlife crisis
puts into new perspective work,
enabling you to be a jerk,
not Dionysus.

Richard A. Friedman, a professor of psychiatry at Cornell University, writes about the midlife crisis in the Science Times of ther NY, January 15,2008 (“Crisis? Maybe He’s a Narcissistic Jerk”) :
With the possible exception of “the dog ate my homework, ” there is no handier excuse for human misbehavior than the midlife crisis. Popularly viewed as a unique developmental birthright of the human species, it supposedly strikes when most of us have finally figured ourselves out — only to discover that we have lost our youth and mortality is on the horizon. No doubt about it, life in the middle ages can be challenging. (Full disclosure: I’m 51.) What with the first signs of physical decline and the questions and doubts about one’s personal and professional accomplishments, it is a wonder that most of us survive. Not everyone is so lucky; some find themselves seized by a seemingly irresistible impulse to do something dramatic, even foolish. Everything, it appears, is fair game for a midlife crisis: one’s job, spouse, lover — you name it. I recently heard about a severe case from a patient whose husband of nearly 30 years abruptly told her that he “felt stalled and not self-actualized” and began his search for self-knowledge in the arms of another woman. It was not that her husband no longer loved her, she said he told her; he just did not find the relationship exciting anymore. “Maybe it’s a midlife crisis, ” she said, then added derisively, “Whatever that is.” Outraged and curious, she followed him one afternoon and was shocked to discover that her husband’s girlfriend was essentially a younger clone of herself, right down to her haircut and her taste in clothes. It doesn’t take a psychoanalyst to see that her husband wanted to turn back the clock and start over. But this hardly deserves the dignity of a label like “midlife crisis.” It sounds more like a search for novelty and thrill than for self-knowledge. In fact, the more I learned about her husband, it became clear that he had always been a self-centered guy who fretted about his lost vigor and was acutely sensitive to disappointment. This was a garden-variety case of a middle-aged narcissist grappling with the biggest insult he had ever faced: getting older. But you have to admit that “I’m having a midlife crisis” sounds a lot better than “I’m a narcissistic jerk having a meltdown.”

poem by Gershon Hepner
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Backside Of Thirty

They say when you reach
the backside of thirty;
a midlife crisis looms in the air.

Midlife crisis!

Now what the hell is that?

Is it like the flu,
or a summer cold?

If it is, then I had mine,
When I got married
So many years ago.

So what happens?
When you reach the backside of forty.

Is it another midlife crisis,
or are you over the hill there?

Don’t ask me, I don’t know.

A government official once told me,
At the age of forty,
I was too far gone for repair.

That I was on the downward stretch.

Well here I am at sixty two,
and I’ve seen the backside of fifty.

But who really cares?

Your as young as you feel,
and I still feel like a little kid.

I go away at weekend
and play cowboys and Indians,
but in my case it is vicars and Indians
that’s why they call me Dodgy Dave.

Who cares if I’m a blatant fool,
I’m enjoying my life while I got it.
My advise to you,
is when you hit the backside of thirty,
you do the same as I do.

Act a little crazy,
and enjoy everyday you got.

13 June 2007

poem by David Harris
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Midlife Crisis

Go on and wring my neck
Like when a rag gets wet
A little discipline
For my pet genius
My head is like a lettuce
Go on and dig your thumbs in
I cannot stop giving
Im thirty-something
Sense of security
Like pockets jingling
Midlife crisis
Suck ingenuity
Down through the family tree
Youre perfect, yes, its true
But without me youre only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleeding enough for two
Its a midlife crisis...
What an inheritance
The salt and the kleenex
Morbid self attention
Bending my pinky back
A little discipline
A donor by habit
A little discipline
Rent an opinion
Sense of security
Holding blunt instrument
Im a perfectionist
And perfect is a skinned knee
Youre perfect, yes, its true
But without me youre only you
Your menstruating heart
It aint bleeding enough for two
Its a midlife crisis...............

song performed by by Faith No More
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Middle Age

Rictameter:
Syllable count
two-four-six-eight-ten
and reverse.

'Crisis'
sad occasion
love loosing its allure
two souls led into temptation
romance neglected as never before.
wedding rings are of no avail
what an uhappy tale
in the midlife
'Crisis'

poem by Joyce Hemsley
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You know, let a few years go by until I hit my midlife crisis. Then that can be documented on film.

quote by Claire Danes
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I think midlife crisis is just a point where people's careers have reached some plateau and they have to reflect on their personal relationships.

quote by Bill Murray
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The Mind Denies Its Own Decline

THE MIND DENIES ITS OWN DECLINE

The mind denies its own decline
It refuses to try to remember with difficulty and imprecision
A poem it once would have recalled easily and exactly-

It instead lets itself go somewhere else-
But on reflection it understands
Dying goes on inside even when denied -

The mind is still the mind but it is not as good as it was
And the body works more slowly too.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A question of time

When is midlife?
If one lives to 100
then 50 is midpoint
70? then 35 is it
Does age cause spirituality?
If so, then why?
Death comes at any age
or at any time
Why think about death
when it can take you
anytime or anywhere?
Choose your battles
even with death
decide your own fate
rather than leave it
up to the cosmic lottery
It is possible to cheat death
depending on what you think
is midlife.

poem by Samael Wolf
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Turn It On

Reaching to another day
And the world is just one step away
Making money, aiming blind
Its time to change - leave it all behind
Turn it on - whenever you can
Turn it on - you know that you can
Hear the echos in you heart
Turn your mind in - then - make a start
Anything you want to be
Will soon become reality - then youll see
Turn it on - whenever you can
Turn it on - you know that you can
Youre out of touch - so turn it on
You dont need much - to burn it on
Take a different point of view
And discover just what you can do
Getting closer every day
Now the world is just a step away - (dontdelay)
Turn it on - whenever you can
Turn it on - you know that you can
You hit the top - so turn it on
Youll never stop - just burn it on
Turn it on (turn it on) - whenever you can
Turn it on (groovinon) - you know that you can
Turn it on (turn it on, yeah) - whenever you can
Turn it on (just movinon) - you know that you can
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on

song performed by by Level 42
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A deadly hit

She failed to make it
It did hurt and deadly hit
I knew she will come
I was ready to welcome

It was her desire
She wanted something to acquire
It was not at all expected
She had high regards and respected

I wanted her not to weep
Consoled her all the time to keep
Clam posture with no concern
It can be any body’s turn

I heard her woes and felt sorry
She was passing time with great worry
She had all the way kept thinking
Unfortunately she was out for sinking

What was I expected to do?
Alley the fears and attempt to woo
One should always stand by in crisis
This should be words of promises

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When The Time Comes

This might sound strange
Might seem dumb
Depends on the side
That you take it in from
Depends on the time
Depends on the day
Depends on the life
Who can say
But I just want
To let you know
That I will stand
By you
Through whatever might come
Wherever you run
Will you stand by me
When the time comes
Baby do you understand
Am I making this clear
Are you tuning me out
Cause Im comin off weird
Well I dont care
Thats alright
Its okay
I dont mind
But I just want
To let you know
That I will stand
By you
Through whatever might come
Wherever you run
Will you stand by me
When the time comes
This aint the right time
To say whats on my mind
I know
Well I look in your eyes
And there is no real life
At all
Baby hold on
And some day soon
Youll come around
Youll know the way
That I can be found
And when your heart feels right
Seek me out
We can talk forever babe,
But, right now
But I just want
To let you know
That I will stand
By you
Through whatever might come
Wherever you run
Will you stand by me
When the time comes

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Hostage Crisis

Who is a hostage
What is the crisis
Who is there
To solve this.

I am here
In this world
And I am in crisis
It is your world
It is you
Who solve my crisis.

The crisis of
Identification
The crisis of
Beautification
The crisis of
Unification
The crisis of
Liberation.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Last Time

I'm gone I'm so gone.
I can't stand this.
Like medicine forced down my throat.
You tell me everything that is wrong with me.
Yet you want my understanding,
You want my pity.
Here let me spit in your direction on my way out the door.