Old Age

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? ______________________________________ ____________________________________________ ___________________________________________________ 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