Now that I’m old,
or is it elderly and free to be myself
I do remember my adolescence and shudder.
People who sigh and wish to be young again
can’t have much of a memory.
Now that my body is at peace with self
I’m free to enjoy the beauty of a woman
without the need of possessing her.

Mona Lisa’s can continue to dulcet smile,
I will no longer wonder
how she was like in bed,
admire an actress skill
and not only seeing her tits.
Aches and pain, my friends,
is nothing compared a youth’s agony;
and how joyful it is to have nothing to prove,
secure be within my old bones
and body that is slowly bending towards home.