Anthem for the Middle Aged Man

Gone like a noise of a blast,
his youth is lost in the past
It wandered off and left him here
to face his fear
Wake up! It's a brand new year!

Goodbye to the laurels and the quick, easy victories—
The low-hanging fruit—it was too sweet for him anyway.
Bones ache; vision's weak;
he climbs up like a turtle
but his heart is powerful
He is the Middle cged Man

Defend a point for all to hear it,
Strong enough to lift your spirit,
Man a broom, and tighten your screws,
and open up your champagne

Thunder rolls and mortality makes him pause
(and a little more gray) but he has courage to
lead children through
the metaphorical hurricane

Life hurts now in ways it never did before
back when he and vitality were bromantically involved
There's still a big climb left
for the physique of a loser
but his heart is powerful
He is the Middle cged Man

Goodbye to the laurels and the quick, easy victories—
the low-hanging fruit—it was too sweet for him, now he says:
“I have the power to reclaim what was lost!
This is my big chance, and I'll get around to it
after my nap...”