Middle Age Crisis

From a high window
Through dusty air

A finger of light
Descends:

Touch me
Now, my light,

Before clouds
Obscure light,

Before sun
Falls to weaker light,

Before darkness
Removes light.

Touch me
My light.

You are now.
Warm me.

by Dennis Lambert

Comments (1)

Mate i am middle aged, what the fark has this poem got to do with middle age what happens you get to middle age, when you are about 80 or so you suddenly become younger in the head, senility it is called you might be there Rectum Hound