When I was young and in my prime
I could make love at any time
But now I ‘m growing old and weak
I only manage twice a week.
My lady’s not as old as me
but she accepts quite readily
My thrusting days of youth are gone
although the urge still lingers on.
She knows I do the best I can
like any other loving man.
She says it’s quite sufficient
that she is happy and content
and so am I to tell the truth.
I lack the energy of youth.
To me a source of manly pride
to know my Lady’s satisfied.
My lady’s always telling me
There is no reason she can see
to doubt my capability.
Whilst she is smiling wickedly.
3-Feb-08
Twice a week....oh dear.....hope wifey doesn't read this...she'll have me re-aligning my life goals again.... Rob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now that's passion for you. You must be pretty fit Ivor, keep it up! ! ! ! ! ! ! Great read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX