Impotence

Impotence The day I was fifty -nine I remember well woke up Without an erection and my golden mane had vanished I looked like a shaggy tiger. I contemplated God, the devil and the food I ate but Could not get an answer that I was at the threshold Of old age that held no promises in its greedy arms Sex had lost its spontaneity will it stand up and if it Does will it remain so until the act is over? I didn`t venture out in the night picking up strange dames Nibbling at ears was over, my god how much ear wax I must have swallowed Gave up the charade at 70 and I found freedom in Not having to try, but was ok with reading a book