I am getting old, I am old,

and my dick does not rise

to life as it once did.

 

Hair thins, greys not so brown

and the body hurts, but that

is the irony of an old man

trying to run at life like 

a petulant young man can.

 

History and memories incomplete;

a smile and the rushing desire

that now gives way to sleep.

 

I am old and this body is my

trial judge, but these thoughts,

ah! these thoughts, they are

my wild west where my dick rises

and my dreams unfurl and life

is to be lived in striding moments,

not vague memories of the day.

 

3/12/2020