Middle age

So middle age has maced us
With beguiling calmness....
And soft dentist´s chairs.
We stand behind
Our women
In front of windows
With the fallen.
Fragmented by celebrity
Poets'
And
Do-It-Your-Bloomin'-Self
Shops.
So
The half-way segment
And No spleen is ours
Left to vent.
But hats...
On heads....
Whether to tap our toes
Or
Consider religion
These are questions
For us
The middle aged.
But
A fascination with nature's
Fear of open fields
And the dead
We understand.

by Michael Speakman

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