It's difficult to come to terms
With the passing of the years;
The changes in our attitudes
And all our hopes and fears.
At 10, the world is magical,
Each day a thing of mystery.
Anyone past 30 is
A relic out of history.
At 20, you are confident
The universe is there.
For you to take and rule it;
Let older folk beware.
At 30, you are steadying,
With wife and kids to keep.
Still smiling at the elderly,
With their after dinner sleep.
Life begins at 40,
You're still in your prime,
Doing all you used to do,
Just takes a longer time.
At 50, it occurs to you
You now are one of those
Who used to seem the ancient
With bald patch and hairy nose.
At 60, you have knowledge
And experience galore.
It's such a shame that no one
Wants to use it any more.
And yet you feel no different
Than you did throughout your ages.
The book of life still reads the same --
You've just turned over a few pages.
Alan Johnson
Winter Hey Lane
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