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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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