If your life had an equinox,
what would you do?
One foot in youth, the other in age,
celebrate a mid-point, a half-life triumph
or dread the downhill tumble to the grave?
Does the equator of existence mean an end to learning,
the start of teaching?
Do you say ‘I’m half way through, the time for fun is done’?
If you haven’t found The One by now, is this the time to quit the quest?
Must middle ages match?
And the intermission economics:
did you save for act one, splurge in act two – the last penny on a curtain call?