Poem -
My Virile Has Fizzled
Seems like only yesterday
When I was young and virile
That was then, this is now
My virile has finely fizzled
Whatta shame we lose our virile
Imagine someone at ninety
Competing in a mile long foot race
Running along in his nighty
Don't laugh this surely can happen
Our memory isn't the best
Get dressed when the sun starts rising
Strip naked as it peeks over the crest
Sure ain't all it's cracked up to be
These silly old golden years
If it wasn't for my dear wife Cathie
I'd be writing from a home I fear!
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Hey JACKSTER!!....there's a kind of melancholy in both of your writes this morning.... as though you're doing some soul searching..... but there's always that picture of you smiling through the screen..... not to worry brother..... All things have a course to run...... and it sounds to me like Cathie is a pretty cool woman..... besides, at a home you'd probably make all those people laugh themselves to death......I mean running along in your nighty at age ninety is "indeed" a VERY uniquely silly and humorous sight to behold....... smiles......ALL STARS........thanx for sharing this my friend!!...... Love to you and yours......T xo
No doubt, running along in my nightie would turn a few heads!!! lol Melancholy??? Worry not... the sillies will follow! Just a phase! Thanks for being one of my best buds!!! xo