(via Wahroongai News, Volume 24, No.6, June, 1990)
Everything hurts and what doesn’t hurt, doesn’t work.
You feel like the night after, and you haven’t been anywhere.
You get winded playing chess.
You little black book contains only names ending in M.D.
Your children begin to look middle-aged.
You’re still chasing women but can’t remember why.
You know all the answers, but nobody asks you the questions.
Your knees buckle and your belt won’t.
You stop looking forward to your next birthday.
You burn the midnight oil until 9:00 pm.
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