40

40 in less than two years,

I'm no longer all ears,

For advice of any sort,

Unless it's someone telling me, how to eat copious amounts of butter chicken and still look hot,

Not sure if it's all the collagen I've been drinking,

Or the magnesium tablets I've been popping, 

But there is a clarity that comes with age,

When you know what works and what doesn't, it's almost like I'm a sage,

I've learnt to accept unpleasantnesses,

Along with pleasantness,

You let go of what you can't hold onto,

With the peace and knowledge that what belongs to you, wouldn't vanish with one little boo,

You're suddenly grateful for family and good friends,

Who catch you at every bend,

They keep you grounded and humble,

My mother for instance, who announced, "Of course you look like a 38 year old mother of one", without so much of a mumble,

I no longer want to look 21 at 40,

I'm happy to look 40 at 40,

Here's to more peace,

And settling into my weak bones with ease.