Forty... forty-five,,,

10 March 2012

Of all the faculties and skills

And talents that I once possessed…

I can still dream;

And in my dreams I am not old.

I may be forty, forty-five,

All systems go.

I have retained the impetus

Of youth, the desperate drive to kiss

And force and yield.

But waking I can only ponder

About the women that I know

And cannot bed.