I still want to do it.
Age is my problem.
I'm old.
I am 67 years old.
But I still want it.
To be a man, however.
I despise nature.
I want to be liked.
I still feel like a strong man.
A clean, charming man.
I need affection.
I need to get noticed.
I need to fulfill my wishes.
I'm a man.
My emotions are still active.
My skin shrunk.
I blame my age.
Who can look at me?
Who can meet my needs?
My life was sweet then.
I used to be in love with several ladies.
I enjoyed spending time with gorgeous women.
I ran away, leaving them with my children.
Marriage was not in my plans.
Now I am old and alone.
Nobody agrees to marry me.
Am I going to die alone?
Sometimes life is unfair.
I wish I had gotten married years ago.
About the Creator
Gloria Penelope
I believe creative thoughts and ideas that become inspiration could change someone's life. I create poetry, short stories, and articles based on my thoughts and ideas.
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