I'M Not As Young As Old Poem by Patti Masterman

I'm not as young as old,
You are, as playing this game;
Shall we remain just two dancers
In an unannounced dance
Within old picture frames;
You to kneel, as I twirl around
To touch once, your desires:
Now, bend me over your knee, and see
Even in an old soul, I'm quite agile
As any tree, and you my heart will know
I never planned this old to grow, and still
The thing that very sings, is a whippoorwill
At night; he flies his somber skies
Wheeling wings whispering, of feathery things in flight,
So take you these my hands, lest we forget
We flew through miles of sand, in a glass
Though the time ran down, much more fast
Than the clocks hands could follow it around; and so you see
This last dance is saved, for we:
Two suitors shy; within the mirror
Can now see things, that then weren't clear.