Getting Old

In middle age there’s no denying fate.
Let yesterdays be broken links to pain;
let present moments never be too late!
Pursue expression, find a style innate,
a yearning passion that will never wane.
In middle age there’s no denying fate.

Rejoice in lovers’ friendship, celebrate.
Release those still all wrapped in loving chain.
Let present moments never be too late!

Be pensive, muse, demur and meditate-
reflection in a sane and sanguine vein.
In middle age there’s no denying fate.

With open arms we welcome wisdom’s state,
embrace an insight gradually more plain.
Let present moments never be too late!

Believe in growth, this will invigorate
and ward off ebbing energy’s grey reign.
In middle age there’s no denying fate,
let present moments never be too late!