Comfort
COMFORT
in those painful days,
years past a male’s vanity,
comes a change of ways –
the youthful waistline
expanded, heaving chest dumped,
all shape in decline –
he opts for comfort
no matter an extra X
give him belt-less sport,
the college letter
on sweatshirt, head and jacket
the paunch unfettered
shirt, pants, wrinkle free
his shoes longer and wider
comfort, don’t you see
well, he’s right in line
with today’s runaway youth
and looking quite fine
his wife, however,
scanning the wreck with cold eyes
has cried, “forever!
till death us do part!
the sight of you is lethal
and that’s a good start!”
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2013
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