My friend called to wish me a happy 40th birthday.
He was 24 hours early.
"It's not 'til tomorrow.
I have just one more day to live it up".
We have a language all our own
(as close friends do)
so his reply made perfect sense and was one meant to uplift any feeling of melancholy that a milestone such as this may bring.
"Nah.
Cary Grant."
Of course,
(as close friends often are)
he was right.
I imagine
Forty
to Cary Grant
was a speck of lint on his trousers that he detected early in the evening and pinched between two fingers.
With squinted eyes
and head cocked
he casually inspected it
and then flicked it to the floor
and got on with the day to day chore
of being himself.
I was at my peak at 40. Looking at 40 now from my vantage point now, thirty years later, 40 looks pretty damn good.
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Thanks, Ron. Hopefully I will have the chance to look back thirty years from now as well.
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