Still I Rose Poem by Phil Soar
Still I Rose
My sexual performance has dwindled of late
Even the times that I will masturbate
It must be my age, or the lack of erections
Or maybe that I don't get so much affection
But I still rise each morning, and admire my form
Though the face in the mirror looks tired and worn
And although my erections have gone through their phase
It hasn't changed how I will jerk off for days
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