If you meet me.
You won't love dear,
I have a stick,
which may arise fear.
I'm at the threshold
where B.P remains high.
for untimely excitement,
anytime I may die.
Your blood is young,
Your heart is fresh,
if you touch me
you will make a mess.
My body is tattered,
full of patchwork.
Love has jumped out,
from my old old bark.
Don't meet me,
Don't say word amorous,
At this point of life,
this is sheer farce!
hah..hah..hah.. what a lovely write, enjoyed a lot. please come and read my poems and gve me your veiws
Your body may be old but your thoughts are young and inspiring
Ha ha F.B.Thanks for your advice! Amazing prompt poem from a promising poet's pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a silly young nature watcher Drive to the bar, get a man and be a debaucher! Make that tired blood turn into brandy, might buy you 20 yrs, could be real handy!