I met her at the dry cleaners
Putting my suit in
She, picking up an evening dress
That showed a little skin
Hair ruffled at the back
First attraction
Fancy that
Wore Lycra like an athlete
Blonde hair like a crown
She gave me a sheepish look as she put her wine down
Eyes blue, skin like milk in the night
Not many words were spoken but she was a delight
Now I am much older but still within the zone
Of half my age plus seven
So it is told
Why should I look upon a maid that could steal all my worth
But I battle forces within my mind
Am I entitled to desert
I hoped to see her again maybe to test the water
Next day in front of me
I see
Someone like the mother of the daughter
Thinning hair ruffled at the back
This one wearing blue jeans
That were more than a little slack
The face now aged
The milk had curdled
Thank you Lord for helping me
To get over this hurdle
Beauty fades like a flower
Should I jeopardise my Sanctity
In these final hours
That's the game I had to play
In it I must choose
Knowing that it's all or nothing
I do not choose to lose.
You keep me from temptation
And always make a way
So for now
I will not vow
But worship you
Each day.
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Comments5
I was going alright with that - until you flunked it and blamed your Lord....🙃
If it wasn't him it would have been my missing teeth.
Temptation is a tough cookie to handle. Good for you.
As with beauty there must be a notion that age is in the heart of the be-holder.
Wise observation. As a young man I admired the young ladies in swimsuits at the pool... now as a seasoned man I only see the grandmothers who come along and sit on the benches in the shade. I don't even notice the youngsters. In other words, as the body ages, so do the eyes.
I am with Doggerel on this one, but I was kinda hoping the end was intended to be ironic... fun little tour de force though!
Thank you, all.
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