Reflections at Midlife

Its said true life funnier than fiction

When examined close such contradiction

Only natural to want to avoid friction

Don’t look now-  a new addiction

If I lived life - from my sweet spot

I’d receive from myself – forget me not

I’d search my heart then take a shot

For love nor money I’d not be bought

A cultured lot taught how to behave

Our thoughts bombarded on what we should crave

Is there no escape but retreat to a cave?

I am both key and lock for myself the slave

Must be the change I’ve heard it said

The mirror reflects a stranger instead

So many choices made to avoid dread

Welcome back lost self with each tear that’s shed

For head it’s this – for soul – no way!

Should, ought to, must – or so says they

Neither black nor white – well then how ‘bout grey?

There’s only now – means must know today!

That’s it I will – stop my head spinning

No longer do you confirm I’m winning

Never too late for a new beginning

Who cares now that I learned this - my hair’s thinning?