Speak for Yourself, She Said

If I were seventeen and you were forty,

My thoughts would be immoderately naughty.

But you're seventy-four, I'm fifty-one;

We're both too tired to think of having fun.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-01-06 at 10:42

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I appreciate the cliche aspect of this poems message, and it is a very neat little poem that makes One smile at reading. BUT, on a personal note, I beg to differ about desire and the ability experience it's fruition - even though I concede the energy levels decrease with advancing years. Ehem...I'm never too old to have fun though. :)

Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
There's no age to this poem