Primetime at 40
A mid-life crisis to forget,
Only temporary don’t you sweat.
Life insurance they try to sell,
“I’m not old,†you begin to yell.
You need glasses in the dark,
Where you used to make your mark.
A cold beer is your best friend,
Hangovers he will always lend.
Hair continues to fall out,
Sitting and waiting for your trout.
The first forty is to learn.
The next forty, you must return
Cheers m8
JJ 
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