Ode to an aging GIT !

Now old enough
To grow a beard,
The poxy things turned grey.

The smile I had
I'd never feared
It would start to decay.

The perfect banter
From silver toungue,
Infatuates the wife.

When spoke to someone younger
they say"Old man
Get a life!"

Now trendy clothes
I can afford,
The smartest of apparrel.

They just look better
On a six pack stomach,
Not draped over a barrel.

The curly locks
Of dark brown hair,
Were with me when I started.

But as my life's
Gone marching on,
The bastards all departed.

And looking in
The mirror now,
I feel I'm in disguise.

The wrinkled face
Thats staring back
I hardly recognise.

My arse, now fat
Not small and pert,
And by the women fancied.

Is frowned upon
Like shoddy goods,
The cream thats now turned rancid.

But should I change
This hulk of mine
To attain the perfect form ?

Or should I
Keep on partying
And just weather the storm?




Poetry by stevelee
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 11:37

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la tristesse
not that we've met yet, i trust mrs lee's judgement implicitly, i'm sure you're exaggerating the truth and are still gorgeous!
2007-04-08


normalil
Ha ha! I DO like this, very clever. I know exactly what u r speaking about! My advice to you is to keep on enjoying youself, and sod the rest of them! Regards, Normalil.
2007-03-10



Party on man, is my advice because the benefits of aging are!lol our eyesight goes first and that really helps when viewing ones self and others too. I love short sighted men!lol

Grinning at you,

Tai
2007-03-03


Individuality
i say shave the beard off and keep partying :)
2007-03-03