A poem on Mid Life crisis.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who's not a creep. I turn on my fan to help my hot flashes. I pray for a man who can help with my classes. One who's handsome, smart and strong. Send him quick, at my age I don't have that long. One who thinks before he speaks. One who calls and don't take six weeks. One who loves children, but not in …

…body's a' itchin' He brings ME a sandwich too, when he goes to the kitchen. I pray that this man will love me to no end, And never compare me to my best friend. Thank you in advance and now I'll just wait, For I know you will send him before it's too late. My heart pounds hard and I am easily depressed. I pray you send him to put an end to this stress.