In a town where women of beauty are not rare
I am too old to worry and too old to care
Of beautiful women in their physical prime
An aging balding fellow on the wrong side of time
One the years has left looking wrinkled and gray
I am one who has known of a better day
Of life one might say i am in my late Fall
And beautiful young women no longer interest me at all
Just like an old tractor puffing along
Physically i used to be one of the average strong
The company of young women i used to enjoy years ago
But time that rusts iron has become my foe
And i have reached the stage of life that i have come to realize
That most young women like young men this is not a surprise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Wonderful imagery. Beautiful poem on age having euphonious depiction. Enjoyed. Thanks.