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.