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Shooting Stars and Lovers

Ha-ha, Cupid, you prankish
little imp; with bow and arrows,
you fling random darts across the night sky.

Elderly lovers look at those
as falling stars, then make wishes—
keeping them from one another, thinking:
“I wish she was prettier . . . .”
“I wish he were handsomer . . . .”

There! that old couple is trying
To relive the past; he has his hand
beneath her skirt, and wishes. . . .
But he won’t tell his dear old mate
What he is wishing for—oh, no he won’t.

Yet, in the manner of a conqueror
he touches her still sensitive, delicate
parts that had been neglected for months,
perhaps years. What? He hesitates—
So, she is not as sexy as the one
across the street? Nor are you, fool.

Meanwhile, be she young and pretty,
be she old and wrinkled . . . who was
that wise statesman who once said,
“In the dark all cats are grey”?
Ben Franklin?

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old Ben. He was supposedly a randy type of statesman. I hear he had good relationships with half of the European royalty.
And the one across the street, isn't likely to have a drooling old fool, when she can have a young buck with fat wallet, a pink carnation and a pick-up truck worth forty grand. I for one, would take advantage of the old one that is available. ~ Geez.

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Hi, Jerry,
A wise quote from Benjamin Franklin - and a very wise poem from you! The grass may be greener on the other side of the street, but there are probably a few weeds mixed in there, too!
Thank you!

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