I did not plan for this to happen.
In fact, my younger self could not have imagined this age.
Forty seems like a long time, but I still feel young.
I sometimes long for the glorious battles I dreamed in youth,
Fighting evil with my righteous might.
I still have the feeling of righteousness, but the might part is slipping away.
Like all true warriors, I try to hold on. I work my body with weights and exercise.
My protégés tell me I look good…..for a forty year old.
They’ll follow me, but for how long? When do I stop leading from the front? Or worse yet, when do they push me to the rear?
I still can’t imagine losing. But I lose a little bit every day.