Old Age Poem by Leslie Alexis

Young love:
Butterflies in my Stomach
Hormones threshing, blood gushing.
Ladies I see,
With them all I want to be.
Swings and many beautiful things.
Excitement, pleasure, life in my veins.

New adventures, I love the spark.
Events take place,
Some in the light,
Others in the dark.
Life's a game, I play the field.
I have time,
Why should I congeal?
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Time has passed.
Aged - I've aged.
Wearied mind, sick body.
Pepto-Bismol is my friend,
At home my time I spend.
Butterflies or gas?
My fun is all in the past.

Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis