the perilous distance
we travel
to midlife mania
towards reconstructed youth

clinging to a dream state
with joy bound frames
in sight
but slightly out of focus

oh, disenchanted-
straddled between youth and tombstone
strong and defiant
but far less limber

still hope full and trickling
down the sides
making puddles at the feet
of indecision

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 06/10/2021 12:16AM by frost42_24.

We get through, though, don't we, even if we have to muddle our ways into 'old age'?

indeed, we do, Peter. I used to think the concept of a mid life crisis was just BS...but as I enter the 40s, I am starting to reconsider...hehe. Life does keep getting better though everything doesn't work or look like it used to.

Midlife, is itself an artificial construction. Midlife for me or you, may not have been midlife for John Wooden, or George Burns. Though, I do like any poem which explores the struggles we face at any phase of human existence. Nicely done, Frosty, I enjoyed this one.

Les

Les, I agree. it's a man made concept and one I've never put much stock in. Just some thoughts on the idea. Self assessment and taking a stock of our life is a daily journey

I can't speak for everyone past 50, but I'm as good, if not better, than I ever was....in my mind, anyway. I'm with Les on this one; nice presentation of one of our human struggles.

Joe

Joe, I'm glad to hear that you're better than ever! As I said earlier, I do feel that life just keeps getting better.

thanks for your feedback too.