The breasts that not so long ago had firmness
The lower parts that I once took delight in
Have headed south for regions I won't go to
And the look of sheer frustration is quite frightening
From her view I'm sure that she can't find a reason
To explore my wrinkled pleasure zone no more
My gonads look like prunes so out of season
And my manhood only points down at the floor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perfect description of fading love-nuts