Over Forty?

The top of the hill is beginning to tip

We hold on for dear life but our fingers slip

Though we put mind over matter my dear

It’s pure simple logic: it’s down-hill from here

When we turned thirty we thought it was rough

Years in a hurry, time, never enough

But each year our birthdays come sooner it seems

And all we have left of youth is our dreams

So kick up your slipper’s and dance for a bit

We’ve come too far now, to just simply quit

It's time to experience the hill’s other side

So hang on, my friend, and enjoy the ride

Janet Martin~