Everything Decays Except Desire

I am on the cusp of phlegmatic senescence.
I won't be running a four-minute mile, or one
In ten minutes, or running at all. I've given up
Mowing most of the lawn to my son, who's
Not only younger, but fat. I nap not long
After I've finished work, and I wake up still
Tired, unwilling to act. By any measure,
I'm worn, unappealing, so why do I bother
To dream of engaging that woman who's
Not even half my age?

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-12 at 19:29

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A title well be-fitting the poem. Good one!

alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
of course not, the desire decays first that's why it remains only desire and then not even a desire

Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
yes, the desire is that flicker that informs me- i am alive and what an exhilerating feeling it is!