We were talking about other subjects at dinner.
And so here's a little poem about the middle of life
for my dinner companions.
It's called "Forty Something."
"She says to him, musing, "If you ever
leave me, and marry a younger woman and have another baby,
I'll put a knife in your heart."
They are in bed, so she climbs onto his chest
and looks directly down into his eyes.
"You understand?
Your heart.""
[LAUGHTER]
[APPLAUSE]