Calling it a “mid-life crisis” is presumptuous, since
We don’t how long we’re going to live.

Nevertheless, I started mine early:
When I was roughly twenty-eight.

I got the obligatory red sports car, and
I wore sunglasses all the time.

I hooked up with a much younger woman, and
Was with her long enough to get divorced

And to have a child, who has
Paid the price ever since.

So, in actual mid-life, the crisis is
Dealing with the aftereffects

Of the mid-life crisis
I had prematurely