I am grateful for what you have taught me
This bitter lesson in sublimation
Sweetens when the beautiful breve I see:
Your smile, which could conquer a whole nation
My erstwhile selves would clumsily have tried
To rescue you from mundane tedium
With a cryptic joke or sad attempt to hide
Desire’s surge; a contrast medium
Opaque to the x-rays of your bright gaze
But I am antique and weak enough now
To be immune to the hormonal craze
And acknowledge your beauty with a bow
Gratefully, I accept my beverage
As a reminder now to act my age
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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