Poetry

The Middle (#1741)

40 years old?
My blood grows cold.
I’m in shock.
Heavy as a rock.

This is my age?
Midlife stage.
I don’t understand.
Hourglass sand.

How am I here?
School. Family. Career.
Life is half done.
Happens to everyone.

Any Thoughts?

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