Never Had Waited

I know that we are both a decade or so to late Now I wonder, were you worth the wait, You are not the same woman as you were way back then Now you are chased by only me, and not by a company of men. I remember the times before when you wore a short skirt With your legs you enjoyed to tease and flirt, But, now you wear pants or a very long dress You seem not to care to attract, or even to impress. I now finally have the nerve to ask you to be my lover You tell me that you can't, because you are now a grandmother, You then smile and give me a wink as though negotiating a deal Now I wonder, do you still have that same old sexual appeal. Like a fine cheese or wine you must wait for it to mature To get that deserving taste, which is tastier and more pure, But, unlike cheese and fine wine we do not get much better with years We now have promises and commitments, and a tub full of fears. You tell me that you are now fat and not really that pretty Now it seems to me that you don't want my winks, but only my pity, You now also enjoy to contradict and also to complain Especially about your looks, and your every little ache and pain. I still think about that woman in a very short skirt and high heels And all of my past wishes and fantasies and ideals, I no longer see a fine wine, I now see beer and a glass of water Now, I wonder as I think, maybe I am not too old for your adult daughter. You once fought like a tiger, now you just let your problems pass Now you're forgiving, no longer do you have that vigor and sass, Once upon a time to me you seemed to be exciting and x-rated How I wish, that we never had waited. Randy L. McClave