There’s no wrong side of 40.
Regardless of your age
you’re always on the right side
the satisfying stage.
The first side that you lived
beneath a fine and frantic sun
you had to run run run
but face the fact my darling
that side is gone, it flew.
The other side is more, it’s new
it’s broader and longer and sweeter
than you knew, it grew and grew
into a wholly grown-up map
mysterious and blue.
And now it’s true, you’re over a hill
and so you pause and catch your breath
and see a grander view
another range, another peak
a better you.
Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY 2.0