poemetry

2020-1-12

at this stage of my life
(some might say, late,
and who am i to argue
such a meaningless point?)
i am not looking
for a hot babe
i can set the world
on fire with
(nor my loins and mind,
for that matter).
a woman to trim
the awkward hairs
now making
their presence known
with severe regularity;
to share in
the realities of aging
without embarrassment or fear.
together, comfortable
in knowing
there are things in life
much worse
than tufts growing
from nose and ear.

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