So when does the mid-life crisis actually begin,

as I am sure that I am eligible to claim around now,

being too old to truly wear jeans

but wearing them just to rebel against

the condemnation of the teens

and the look of unruly disaffection of my grandfather’s

era who once married and with children of their own

reverted to looking as if they had stepped out of stage

managed Victorian costume drama and the stiff upper lip

kept the emotions in check.

 

I keep looking through the spyglass in my door