Voyeur? Poem by jerry hughes
Voyeur?
I saw an old chap
standing under a stairwell
gazing up at mini-skirted girls
walking up, or down.
Not every girl mind,
mainly those with long slim legs
and neat tight bums.
Oh yes, he was discriminating,
a connoisseur, one might say
Of the female form
from the ankle to buttocks.
Occasionally he'd sigh,
close his eyes, and wet his lips.
He wasn't doing any harm.
Just an old man paying tribute
to girls who didn't know, much
less cared that Eros existed.
This is such a gentle understanding piece about love and ageing and an appreciation of beauty. The last line especially is very filled with sweet irony. I remember being one of those silly girls.... love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:11:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very clever poem you have written here Jerry it should never be seen as a crime to have a peek one suppose, like; tis said 'a woman is as old as she looks and a man is old when he stops looking' great work