Like an earthquake with no warning
Sudden as night becoming morning
Unbidden and with trepidation
Dawns a shocking realization- 

I’ve reached that dreaded destination
That midlife limbo-like location
“Middle-Age” by designation
Dismayed, it hits me- that’s my station

Then, creaking, rise up from my chair 
Run my hand through graying hair
Eye my shadow on the wall
Rounder now and not so tall

My back is out, third time this year
Something’s ringing in my ear
Fiber helps not constipate
Still in my mind I’m twenty-eight

Watch me throw just as before
Then carry ball in for the score
Told you, I’ve still got it hon
Thanks for cheering as I run

Wait! Now I’ve fallen to the ground
Can’t get up or look around
Youth and strength I bid adieu
Someone help me with my shoe

From now on I’ll watch the game
Don’t need an insurance claim
Wisdom: safety over fame
When we play let’s keep it tame

Middle-age, oh middle-age
How did I wind up at this stage?

Kids, don’t laugh for soon you’ll learn
Your youth will give way to infirm
True, a silvery crown awaits
But first must pass through middle gates

So heed advice from one who’s here-
Always keep your glasses near
When in doubt call your physician
Your memory view with suspicion

And when the tricksy thought arises
“I’ve still got it,” and youth reprises
In your mind that touchdown throw
More than twenty years ago
Just take a quick pass by the mirror
Then sit back down on your rea-r