Less people listen to your fears
You are on this fatal descent
Of becoming irrelevant
When your age is past forty years
Your total irrelevance nears
Many people would devalue one
Who were their rising sun
When your age is past fifty you're done
Disregarded by society and everyone
It's shouted as mid life crises by those
Who crave youth while aging as their foes
I stopped telling my age to say
It should matter less anyway
Less than the content of heart or mind
The true treasures that one may find
Being so far past whether age is a sign
Of relevant heart of relevant mind
So far over it I need a new word
Which has never been spoken never been heard
If you were to ask how long I feel I have been alive
The answer would be, "Bae, I feel twenty five!"
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