The End of Middle Age

Youth blows by

like piss in the wind

A whirling dervish

of cackled commotion

Midlife drifts

like snows in a squall

A swirling mélange 

of noisome corrosion

Middle age ends

like ash in an urn

A jarring tocsin

of youth overturned

Old age lands

like poop from a gull

A fretful marker

Of tenures adjourned