Middle Age

When I was young, I used to think
that middle age would really stink.
I cannot lie, I can't deny
a future not to sanctify.
What can I say? I now am there.
The forties I can now declare.
It's not so bad, my life is good.
Can I complain? Well, if I could...
a few more wrinkles here and there,
it's nothing much I cannot bear.
I keep in shape... (not always true).
I am not perfect, but are you?
A grey hair here and there I see...
what color would I like to be?
I never thought I'd be this age,
submitting to that dreaded stage.
What can I say? I can surmise,
I am somewhat, a bit more wise.