BEHOLDEN

I am beholden to you, so thou art golden to me,
it doesn't matter who begat your personal mystery;
I lived all these years like Methusala, ten sets of teeth,
so many wives, just God's plan, time was like a thief.

My sexual drive continued, unabated, not overrated,
in fact, they complained, played up when they waited;
they relied on me to provide, an icon of old age,
until it was time, the feeling, conclusion on the last page.

An apothecary marvelled at my condition, ammunition,
I didn't need his potions, sex and cold water my rendition;
eventually it was someone elses turn to take care of all,
when they grew up they looked like me, bearded magical.

Remember who you rely on, who you need to get by on,
tell them you need their love, until the day you're gone.