To young people it seems a long way off
your mid-life crisis is coming too, don't scoff
we all go through it, you, me, friends, everyone
don't despair, it is the best time to have fun
It is somewhere between adolescence and old age
common thinking, brought up the kids, ready for grave
we realised and thought perhaps we've missed life's boat
people raising eyebrows, mumbling that silly old goat
Some men have a pre-conceived idea about all this
the time to fulfill their dreams and weirdest wish
trip to outer space, spending their money, willy nilly
be an astronaut, famous, fling with a young filly
Women hate looking old, worried about crow's feet
dressing-up as younger ones, on age they cheat
divorce, half his super, wild, wild parties, real cool
on with the make-up, rekindle youth, men will drool
The kids looking on, horrified, doing song and dance
o no, they are spending all that money, our inheritance
why, what are they doing to us, doesn't make sense
tried to stop us, miserable failed using any pretence
despite sly looks, some praise, criticising, underhand barbs
new lease of life, not yet for up stairs to play them harps
fountain of new found youth, elixer, ever so sweet
force to be reckoned with, old but not old, indeed
We will eventually answer the reaper's call, the final call
out of this life, into a bigger better next, a bigger ball
the twilight of our life flew by, not a single regret
blowing our trumpet, to our lovely kids, ratta-ta-tet!
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