Being 40-something

When I was a dream-fatted child
the future was grand, wonderful and wild 

With a big plasma gun, my own FTL jet

and a pocket computer that couldn’t forget

I would tackle the fates, travel the skies

not scared of mom and her tricky lies

Yet, all these things I have collected
in the bowl of my forty-odd years
must now be left to evaporate

“it is the emptiness within that makes it useful”
                                                so says the Toa Te Ching