Ode to Middle Age

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I wrote this poem for my birthday. Hope you enjoy.   Ode to Middle Age   I don’t feel 44.   I don’t look it, I think.   I mean yes, Certainly The crows feet creep out from the corners of my eyes Lines arch across my brow Cracked skin spans my chest Veins rise on my hands-- Bearing witness to my years on this planet.   But I am not somber cynical or resigned   As ...