in the youth of flame
mouths water like dogs
panting in the open
to satiate ones wants
pangs of hunger
pants the human tiger

then as age moves on
the hard core goes strong
till it suddenly wanes
and
then you feel age catches,

the other night I was so warm
now why within one
there’s such a terrible storm
a commotion and a surprise
in the morning hours
ones does not now rise
tears flow passed
the most once aggressive,
joys are bundled in far lost memories
when in the Garden of Eden
I alone was Adam

now there is no one to eye me
not even an old crutch' madam,

we linger longer at the thunder box
read all small insignificant writes
the newspapers slights
slyly watch for our names
when we were,
they now say
gone with those summer’s eve
since forgotten
none now to grieve!