This is How 40 Looks

This is how forty looks

A cup of coffee on my desk

A notepad and a pen

Plus I got all these books

And all these stories in my head

All this smoke in the air

If it’s a cope I don’t care

This is how forty looks

At this point I’m despair

So spare me your insults

And your criticisms too

I’ve become more closed-minded

As I’m aligning with the Truth

The lies of youth have faded

I have become way more jaded

Constantly turning pages

In this book looking for proof

To justify my past

Broken hearts and broken glass

Shards of my spirit

I fear that I’ve left them in

All the wrong places

What I used to love (hear this)

Today I see with hatred

And the things I used to hate

I now view with love

But this love’s a weaker feeling

Than the love I felt before

This is how forty looks

A creased spine at a used bookstore