The Dark Side of Forty

She was cruising along down the highway of life
With a full tank of gas, bent for action!
She was fast and mean; her chrome had a sheen
And the ride was sheer satisfaction!

She sped on ahead gazing off in the distance
Where her future looked nothing but grand.
The road was just right, the handling tight;
So naive! She did not understand!

Her engine was purring as she started the climb,
The sun overhead softly glowed
'Till she topped out that hill, I remember it still,
And her RPM's suddenly slowed.

The cloud overhead was full of dark dread,
This could well be her last carefree sortie.
Her windows were tinting, her paint job stopped glinting
'Cause she's on the Dark Side of Forty!!


Happy Birthday to my lovely bride! 40 years young!