15

Old Guys, Young Gals

I stopped at a restaurant on my way out west,

At a village with a population of 200, at best.

Just one other customer and me, with one waitress for us two,

She was a pretty lady but no spring chicken, I guess about 72.

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Now I’m in my eighties but still have an admiring eye,

I look but don’t touch unless encouraged by and by.

It’s surprising when a younger lady takes a shine to me,

I might admire them but I don’t get fresh you see.

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Past loves have taught me to be gentle and kind,

And be a proper gentleman all of the time.

I once thought it best a mate be close to my age,

 At least in the same generation stage.

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After some experiences I found age wasn’t important at all,

It’s enjoying each other’s company for a long or a short haul.

I now know the pleasure just having a soul mate,

To share the joys and concerns which we can both relate.

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This time is ours, maybe just days together,

For our moments of passions and pleasure.

Youth is wonderful but when it’s out of reach,

Even in a final hour, there’s still one for each.