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| Imagery of Pierini Fitness announcing Middle-Aged Man's Day |
Well
in an announcement likely to be met with cheers and praises from government
workers looking for another paid holiday, Pierini
Fitness is pleased to announce that this ambassador of all middle-aged men
around the world will be advocating on their behalf for a new world holiday to
be known as Middle-Aged Man’s Day.
Yes
you read me right. After all, we have Mother's Day, Father's Day, Labor
Day and Veteran’s Day as holidays in the United States honoring a class of
people rather than an individual and that’s what this new proposed holiday
would be – honoring the esteemed class of people known as middle-aged men.
Yes
sir and yes ma’am; it’s time to honor the middle-aged men of the world for they
are the pillars of society and modern-day purveyors of all intrinsic goodness existing
in your life thanks to their painstaking efforts to make the world a better
place to live.
So
the big question is when should this new holiday be observed?
I’ve
thought about it over and over and the one day coming to mind is the first day
of autumn in the United States; this year that’s September 23rd.
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| September 23, 2015 Middle-Aged Man's Day |
Why
this date?
Well
middle-age marks the transition period from young to old just like autumn marks
the transition period from a pleasant and warm summer to a harsh and cold winter.
For many, it’s a melancholy chapter of life that all men who are blessed
to live long enough will eventually experience.
Like
expressed in the following autumn-mentioning poem “Wild Swans at Coole” written
by Irish Poet William Butler Yeats in 1917 who, at the time, was melancholy,
unhappy and reflecting on his advancing age, romantic rejections and his search
for a lasting beauty in a changing world where beauty is mortal and temporary.
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The
woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty swans.
The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.
I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.
But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
Join
me this September 23rd and each first day of autumn thereafter in giving all middle-aged men of the world the bare minimum to which they
are entitled; a day of honor and recognition that I propose be known around the
world as Middle-Aged Man’s Day.
Pax
Domini sit semper vobiscum
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