FOURTEEN

Running round the block at pace,
Tell tale signs upon your face,
Displaying openly that you are
Not the man you used to be, and
Always one for vanity, and
Do deny the rumours that your
Lover turned you out.

And she left you long ago,
With another’s love in tow,
And because this sad experience
Of marriage slit your throat you
Knew that you would have to start
A campaign to entice the girls
From even younger worlds.

As the good years passed,
As your health relapsed,
Started talking to a fish eye mirror
As your harvest failed,
As old age prevailed,
You took up exercise with such a
Fervour that you really shouldn’t have.