The Last Poet (7/8/2001) Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

When I was young,
I thought my life would be brief...
Now I’m older
Much to my surprised relief

But still I know
Just how short a life can be
And have lost friends
Irreplaceable to me

Life still is short,
But more than I expected...
An adventure
Greater than I expected!

My drink is strong
And my women spirited
They’re also sweet
And utterly devoted

Beauties all,
I give without restraint my heart
Sometimes saddened
By those who are so faint of heart

As to deny
The Adventure that could have been
So shortsighted
That something Special goes unseen

Intelligence
Doesn’t come with a suit and tie
Sweaty Love won’t
Come knocking with a smile that’s shy

Sometimes it comes
Around when it’s least expected
A touch and smile
Promising pleasures undetected

Leading onward
To a tryst with your sweet lover
Scaling the heights
That leave you amazed when it’s over

Finding you’ve reached
The pinnacle of your desire
You’re all sweaty
And your hammering heart’s on fire

Then quick descent
As you and your lover relax
Holding memories
And each other as you come back

To Normalcy
That’ll never be the same again
Back to a life
That’s painfully inane and mundane

Born of woman,
Joining the world through sweat, blood and pain
But that’s changing
Perhaps never to be the same again

And pristine births
Lead to spotless lives without passion.....