At half my age I looked for reasons,
wondered at the changing seasons,
searched for answers in record tracks
and tried to paper over cracks.
Now I'm twice as old as that,
I sit with rolls of midriff fat
and chastise myself to act my age,
yet still the challenge of the page
demands a poem, worldly wise,
but I look bemused and rub my eyes.
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