After the half way point,where is the final destination?

When what previously sparked you is just a let down
When the bird has flown the nest
When you have lost that mojo
When you;re glad the joints dont creak
And you pick out what suspiciously looks like a strand of your own hair in the fried noodles
When your back doesnt throb like the throttle of a Porsche
And your idea of bliss is a nap  without the need for a silencer to tone down nasal acoustics
what the heck
before you start scanning the obituaries
looking for that final sanctuary
what the heck
You only die once
so eat,sleep, pray ,play,dance,dance,dance
do not go into the good night
rage,rage against the dying of the light

The pen is mightier than the sword

Today I had a gift of a Parker pen-a commemoration gift from the company.This writing instrument may seem archaic to Generation Y and Z with their tablets and I Pad and such gizmos but to me it represents the excellence of well crafted writing instruments of a bygone era.With even language condensed to emoticons and acroynmsLOL ,the beauty of handwriting is encapsulated in writing by using this pen.

When we were young,we used those messy fountain pens in which we dipped our nibs in ink pots.How messy it was so that when we performed well in exams,the ultimate gift was the Parker pen-a ball point pen that glides over the pristine sheet without smudges and blots.