Just Smile (or Don't Make A Drama Out Of A Midlife Crisis)
by Dave FitzgeraldI looked up on a shelf
To see if I could find myself
But I was left without a doubt
That my shelf-life had run out.
I checked in the mirror but I wasn't there.
The bloke staring back had no hair,
Feet 'round his eyes from a murder of crows
And hairs sprouting from his ears and nose!
Then I saw mischief behind the eyes
And realised to my surprise
That though I'm wrinkled and low on hair
Just make me smile, the boy's still there.
12/19/2005