I enjoy being old
Youth was years of confusion
Middle age a struggle to succeed and
Not quite making it

Now I’m a calm oasis, which will,
One day, drown under shifting sand.
My dreams will fly to the galaxy
In harmony and musical resonance
To love of humanity

Sex when it comes my way
Is more meaningful than before, but
I seek no new conquests

You see I’ve earned my bottles of wine!
And can get drunk in a bar without
An afterthought.