Turning 40

 Tomorrow I’ll turn forty

But the sight in my vision

Says I’m still 18. 

I’ve never been afraid of age

But I didn’t think 

This day would ever come. 

Age is a human construct 

But this does feel like a milestone 

Surely now I must fully mature? 

But hang on my vices are all but gone, 

Alcohol, crisps and chocolate 

I’m even in bed at 7 

Pouring over my books. 

‘Youll be living in a monastery next’

Said a helpful soul like 

I was punishing myself. 

I’m not punishing myself. 

I’m enriching myself. 

Many happy returns 

For the special day. 

I might look boring but 

Unlike some people

I don’t need vices and crutches 

To live my life.