The first time your friends
Mock the bulge of your belly,
You say you ate more.
The next time you find out
A couple of extra KGs,
You land the blame on
The high density of bones.
The denial goes on for a
Few years while the shirt
Size changes and the waist
Goes beyond thirty-two.
Acceptance knocks on
Your door after a while and
You open it- you gotta, after
Your hand made countless
Slides down the curves of
This parabolic paunch that's
In making.
And when you sit down now-
The folds of this adipose,
Tightening around the waist
To make its presence felt-
You laugh it off, imagining
This fat insulation coming
In the line of sight while peeing
And you can no longer
See your weenie.
That's a legit catharsis of
Every man in his 40s and
You ask why the midlife crisis?