Dearest Betterheart Poem by James McLain

My heart does go out to you.
As we get older the younger we get.
We start to question our seasoned appeal.
To the opposite end of each sex.
Wild the mid life crisis.
This can happen at any age.

Do we still have it.
Dear must you see
the cup half full.
Ever the golden lining
around this black cloud.

If you're not sure what it is I will tell you.
You had a bout of low self-esteem
and thought you found a way to boost it up.
If in the long run you never did,
and in the short run reality kicked you there out.

Being with a woman...with out a man will be tough.
If you can transfer it out if you can't avoid her.
Then hide in the closet until she is young once again.
That's what old people growing younger won't do.

Seek some counselling you'll be surprised how it feels.
Doctor Ruth some one older than you.
Sewing it up never helps you become, healing it can.
Be what you seek look around If your blind use your lips.

If who I am just concerned you, about this discussion.
And just in case in the top drawer it is there just for you.
Sounds like it's just what you need.
Dearest Betterheart,
Take it easy,
and check the mail Victoria has a secret good luck.