GORDON BUTCHERS

Rookie - 14 Points (Hastings E.Sussex)

Midlife Crisis? - Poem by GORDON BUTCHERS

Every morning when I look in the mirror
I see more wrinkles appear,
My nasal hairs protuding
And tufts of grey stick out from each ear.

My hair is changing colour from brown
To increasing flicks of grey,
My face resembles a chewed toffie
I'm a shadow of yesterday.

I find it getting harder
To manage the things I used to do,
And my labido has all but deserted me
are my days of pulling the birds really through? .

If men go through the change of life
I guess my time has come,
Although I'm not quite ready for my zimmer frame
And I still have a sense of fun.

I think it's time to spruce myself up
And regain some of my lost pride,
My youth maybe a distant memory
But my zest for life hasn't died.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 14, 2012


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