Gotterdamerung Poem by Patti Masterman

Gotterdamerung; and hearts get flung;
On voyages, sail clear to the moon.
And wedding vows get said somehow,
But we're pinching ourselves too soon.

Now we settle down, stop chasing the town;
Be respectable, in a pinch.
But drinking's still fine, and sex divine-
Oh! annoying seven-year itch.

Old age seeps, blood pressure creeps;
We're burning our candles too fast.
Though sleeping too light, we dream at night
We're burning that last tank of gas.