If it can be given a name,
As it seems a see-saw game;
One end sees a rich past Forty,
And the other an enriching future Sixty!

When those who love you,
Keep saying to beat the blues;
That Age is Just a Number,
Unknowingly becoming that club’s member!

Foods that were lip-smacking,
Tasty buds now are just lacking!
As the time steers to land,
In the world of bland!

Life comes full circle,
As people now call you mature;
Still proudly sport the mantle,
That age brings with it to allure!

Mistaken for a distant mirage,
All these years in the waiting;
Finally kicking in a new image,
The Salt and Pepper in the making!!!