Some Say...
(A poem about turning 40)
Written by: Marcey Chapman
Some say… 40 is over the hill.
The thought of it gives me the chills.
I’m 40, will I fall apart?
Just how does the disaster of 40 start!?!?!
Will it start with ugly shoes?
Will there be any clues?
Dear God, will I go insane?
How long do I have before using a cane?
Hot Flashes compared to an atomic bomb?
Please people, I’m trying to stay calm!
This is all such terrible news!
I’m really hoping it’s all just a ruse.
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Some Say… 4o is when life begins.
That thought sure makes me grin!
40 is the new 20 I have heard
I’ll take it even though it borders on absurd.
You’ll get smarter as you get older an article read.
Great news considering I have fog in my head.
Happier, Passionate, and more confident you’ll be
That’s sure something I can’t wait to see.
Really, you can take care of yourself without feeling guilt?
Wow, how cool, I’ll no longer have to wilt!
This is all Wonderful news!
Plus it doesn’t involve those durn ugly shoes!
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Even if what some say is a con
I say… 40…eh…bring it on!
We’re not promised tomorrow, this I know well
I think I’ll just live and 40 will be swell!
