The Ever Green

At twenty, Many are pretty, Youth in prime. At thirty, They may carry it, Youth to the brim. At forty, Some remain a beauty, Hormones in spate. At fifty, Rarely remains a beauty, Lust abating. Close to sixty, You retain the beauty, It is a mystery. You still tempt me As you did At my five and twenty When you were too At my age With your lemon colour. Is it so ‘cause You’re still sexy, Or I, still hungry. At five and sixty, Sophia Lauren has fans, Beauty-care to her aid. You at sixty, Are a real beauty, Under nature-care. You are to me Miss beauty, For the consistency. Ever be green. Never be brown. Aley, the queen. 05.11.99[Aleykutty, a colleague]