Proposal To Dijuana Poem by David McLansky

I''m sure that you would quite agree,
Death is best at twenty-three;
For beauty arrives at true perfection
Before this age upon reflection;
The skin is pure and wrinkle free,
The body moves so naturally;
The teeth are white, the eyes are bright,
The hair is soft, the breasts upright;
The limbs are strong and flexible,
The lips are soft, delectible;
The mind's naive and curious,
The hormones fresh and furious;
Before this age, youth never tires,
So let's set this limit to expire;
No long lists of aches and pains,
No misteps to doubt, explain;
No more worries about our pensions,
No obsessions beyond comprehension;
Now I confess to twenty-two;
My jaunty Miss, how old are you?