Found a very apt poem for all those facing middle age/old age blues.
*The Mirror* (Edmund Burke 1729-1797, Irish Philosopher) I look in the mirror And what do I see A strange looking person That cannot be me. For, I am much younger And not nearly so fat As that face in the mirror I am looking at. Oh, where are the mirrors That I used to know Like the ones which were Made thirty years ago Now all things have changed And I'm sure you'll agree Mirrors are not as good As they used to be. So never be concerned, If wrinkles/ extra flab appear For one thing I've learned Which is very clear, Should your complexion Be less than perfection, It is really the mirror That needs correction.