That child of adventurous spirit
is still in me, although I have aged
and strength has dwindled;
yesterday a mile was a yard,
a day had a hundred hours.
My body resembled that of an Adonis:
with solid muscles and a firm skin;
today, my chin sags and varicose veins show.
I challenge time with a smirk,
but signs of aging are all over me as fate laughs
at my wish of being young again.
In vibrant youth, girls flocked to me and smiled...
now, they look down on me
and whisper among themselves, " He's handsome,
but kind of old! " Does it make me feel good?