Old Man
An old man mustn’t feel like this
In the prison of her hands
Hard, heart pounding, full of bliss
Radiant heat oozing from each kiss
Exploding rockets and marching bands
An old man mustn’t feel like this
Decorum lost in love’s abyss
No sane soul will understand
Hard, heart pounding, full of bliss
An old fool they swiftly dismiss
Dealt a bad beat poker hand
An old man mustn’t feel like this
When wagging tongues snarl and hiss
He smiles when folks misunderstand
Hard, heart pounding, full of bliss
Within a burning flame exists
Natural, impulsive and unplanned
Hard, heart pounding, full of bliss
An old man mustn’t feel like this
KBris 2005
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