Fifty

Fifty never seems that fast
until you’re reeling from
the crash.

Fifty never seems so old
until your cards are only good
to fold.

Fifty never seems like much
until you’re down and out
on luck.

Fifty never seems so old
until fifty creeps and leaves
you cold.

© Autumn Siders 2018

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