It is your birthday today,
Life begins at forty,
So they say.
Does it?
You wonder.
You feel nothing new,
The mirror reveals,
The same old you…
Until you discover,
The first wrinkle,
The first strand of grey hair.
You feel old,
And tired.
All of a sudden,
The morning has lost-
Its crispness,
The day doesn’t look,
So bright now.