Six times a sacred number
plus eight years of the fourth decade.
Is this now a watershed to look back
To say what’s done, undone, missed or forgot?
You know that the mirror always agrees
And you never ask – it always tells
And what will it say now you are forty-eight?
Are the eyes clear, have a sober gazing look
Does the body show conviction, is the purpose
Set in the mouth, and the shoulders square?
Are your hands free to rub the genie’s lamp
To invoke your wishes?
But beware, be cautious now!
Else be tied to life thirsting pledges that renew each year
Now be self the best you know
and love that cupid causing parasite
which multiplies in blood
unfelt to breed the madness
we cannot get enough of..

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