Watching as they sink
Wreckage after the
Storm of the middle-aged
Oblivious to their own remedies

They saw the forecasts
Were warned of dangers
Still foolhardily pressed on
Told n'one of their endeavors

Clouds crowding
Wary winds
People perishing
Sorrowful seas
Boat bullied into submission

No force like water
Tearing and wearing
The hopeless down into
Shells of what they once were

Suddenly aware of aftermath
Learning  of their strife before the wreck
They were warned
Yet, still the knowledge
Curdles the assumptions of family and friends

Fomenting separation
At the breaking of the storm
The aftermath a single clue
To middle-aged unhappiness