Sex and the older man
As an illness settles in my body, things I took
for granted have now disappeared, say, like
a proper morning erection.
Slack and shriveled I have to sit down to pee,
less I soil the front of my trousers.
Sex for the aged is up (pardon the pun) and
running, many aged have sex trice a week,
I read in the paper. Old men bragging, ask their
wives, who will giggle, say their men are
dreaming. Sex isn’t that important a celibate
once said, (how would he know?) yet, I agree
on the scale, of interesting things to do I rate
sex only at nine and a half… the tenth used to
be a smoke after it is done.
jan oskar hansen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sex-and-the-older-man/
