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Middle Age Contentment
by
Mark Mitchell
As I reach
middle age why is it so hard to be content?
I’ve mostly done what I wanted with my life
Who put the doubt in my mind, how was it sent?
My 43 years have seen very little strife
The mental security of my twenties and thirties, I
obviously have lent
Twenty plus years of womanly comfort help, of
course it’s my wife
My life has been good, why question now how it’s
been spent
Is my lack of focus nothing more than my age?
I used to keep quiet, now all I do is vent
Each passing day, smaller gets life’s cage
Everyone is quick to speak for me, no one knows
what I meant
I’m ready for this life chapter to end, someone
quick turn the page
Thinning, graying hair greets me in the mirror,
where have the days went?
I’m an actor in life’s play, alone on the stage
I ask my self again, “I’ve got everything, why am I
not content?”
As I’ve reached midlife, I question every step I’ve
ever taken
The pace of life speeds up, I fall closer to last
place
Can’t I keep up in today’s world? My confidence is
shaken
Maybe if I look in the mirror, the real problem is
staring me in the face
Could midlife be a new day, a time to freshly
awaken?
Am I racing only myself in life? It’s not a chase
Shake out of the funk mister, to waste any day is
forsaken
Life will never be perfect, I need to accept this
with grace
If I accept this maybe contentment will come,
hopefully I’m not mistaken
Maybe, just maybe, I need to set my own pace
With my longtime wife at my side for life, true
contentment is knowing her love for me is unshaken
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