Middle-age Stories

Middle-age woes didn’t creep up on me, Slowly chipping away like erosion. No, they barged in and gate-crashed my life overnight With the subtlety of an explosion! With wrecking-ball speed, they wreaked mischievous havoc, Smashing me into submission. My eyesight grew weak, my hair turned snow white And my back ached in every position. I went a bit deaf, so I’m told by my kids And I struggled with poor memory. Couldn’t work...