Though I Am A Pensioner Still A Sad Lover? Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Still I hardly see with my painful cataract eyes
Your fading beauty!
Hearing is totally weak now
but your singsong echoes well.
I bought this magical expensive mirror
from a moving sale in a Manor.
Whenever you see your beauty
just watch carefully,
I'll be standing behind you!
It's me your sad lover?
Sorry, I won't smile
as those rascal rats have stolen my denture!

[It's easier to build boys than to mend men.]-Unknown

nimal p.dunuhinga