A Comfort To The Aged
We the older men
Must be wiser by far.
Leave a lass's heart to mend
Since we know who we are.
A maiden's look could chill the lust,
But our appearance is right and knowing.
The young lady mews, "They thrill us."
Ah, skies of dreams her heart sowing.
Experience dares of living over again.
Try to leap not the rocky brook.
Forsake the urge to gambol in the glen.
For masculinity, we have the regal look.
We gaze at the daring mountain
Or even a gently sloping hill
Swell our chests as a statue fountain,
But, blah, we never will.
Stating our meditations with a kingly view,
Executing yes and mandating on a world care
The younger competition is quite askew.
Such dignity! It necessitates seducing flare.
We have made our mark.
Let the lovelies gaze with awe.
(Damn, will the creations we've sparked
Withstand a midwinter thaw?)
Flexibility, agility, virility
Is only given an impression of.
Our "thing" is tranquility,
And, of course, comforting love.
notes:
Poem was prompted by Jackie Kennedy getting remarried.