A young man
walking in an
old mans shoes.
Takes a deal
longer now
to get him
in the mood.
But there's a
certain kinda
motion in
the way
hips sway
and a little
sexy giggle
strips the
years clean away.
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dusk arising (
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apart from the obvious .. and that is both the nature & quality of this little whimsey .. I love the fact that you are so versatile DA ... and on that note, I note certain similarities between my own and your approach to our posted poetry today ....
.... Neville 🙂
Similarities indeed.... i put it down to decaying as the years pass..... there must be a cure for this getting older caper, more and more of us are suffering from it these days.
Thanks Neville, I always look forward to your comments here.
You've nailed it for those of us over 50 (or whatever) with this:
A young man
walking in an
old mans shoes.
I feel like a college kid every day as I head to work on my bike, ride through the university neighborhoods getting passed by gaggles of kids on electric scooters, dodging the coeds on their phones crossing the street without looking up... they see an old guy with gray hair sticking out the back of his helmet... I feel like I fit right in... sigh.
Nice one, i enjoy comments like that. Those youngsters only see with their eyes whereas they will learn to see with wisdom as they age. Hows that?
What a great flow to this little bit of gentle erotica - - being young in mind and heart certainly "strips the years clean away" - - your verses D.A. are full of exciting movement and your way with short- line is always alluring to verbose poets like me.......... great read.
Joining into MPS has done my writing a power of good by observing the skill of the rest of you. I'm honoured to be complimented by you Fay, Nature's poet of MPS, even if only for the way i sometimes deligerately 'chop-up' longer lines to make three diddy ones..... well I have to try and fill the screen a bit one way or another.... it's been ages since i wrote anything of length.
Good write dusk.
Good comment mate.... what do u feed that dawg on?
Those years have now fallen away with your words d a, I am now back to my younger self - "Who's for tag!.
Andy
By eck, short trousers and Jublys. Conkers and kiss chase and a spoonful of malt extract on a sunday nite after ya bath.
like the playful rhythm that reinforces the witty tone and highlights the fun aspects of this write,
effortlessly executed
Got to try and keep this getting old business light hearted whilst still sneaking a peek at the lassies.
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