Forty you say?

Forty you say

I’m turning today?

How can it be

I was just thirty three?

I’ve been told that forty

is ” not really that old.”

Then, why can’t I stop crying

I swear I’ve been trying.

Age is only a number

thats what they say.

Why should a number

make me feel this way?

Perhaps it’s the dreams I’ve left behind

or the fear that I’m running out of time.

It’s just that time’s moving so fast

I want to make sure it lasts.

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About amysmidlifemess

Trying to think of something funny or deep to describe myself. I got nothing.. My nest is now empty leaving lots of stones unturned. I'm searching, I'm seeking. I'm sad and I'm weeping.
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2 Responses to Forty you say?

  1. It's Like That says:

    Applauding 🙂

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