Being in your forties is confusing, I must say
My body gives me mixed signals every day
One moment, fueled by a burst of energy, a hill I climb
The next moment, my knees protest at the downward incline
My progressive glasses make me dizzy as I balance vision distance and near
One moment I feel invincible, the next moment I am gripped by fear
That the inexorable signs of aging are knocking on my door
I can no longer be as agile as I was before
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Some days I look at myself in the mirror and see
A bright-eyed young woman peering back at me
Some days the mirror appears to only display
Puffy eyes, facial wrinkles, hair strands that are grey
There are days that give me a glimpse of the past
And days that tell me that old age is catching up fast
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This confusion is a sign of middle age, I think
That I am not a spring chicken has taken some time to
