a barren land
deserted, untended
smooth and glossy
a perfect trophy!
a witness to the ravages of time
symbolic of times past prime
the thick black mane
once the pride of the man
his symbol of virility
(an active, good performer)
here these days sadly
he is a guy left lonely
except for the old hag
who shares his bed to nag
the poor man is a ghost of himself
his romance is an imagination of his self
what matters though is his thoughts
his virile active pen
his concern for others
his refusal to stick to his den
here the man scores
far above those younger to him by
his heart like gold shines
the eyes like diamond glitters
he is the epitome of manhood
the son, father rolled into one.
not many girlfriends does he have
but many a daughter and sister has he gained
This man is my man
every woman's dream
every child wants such a father
every woman such a lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good use of rhymes....................