I have watched women's hopes of men
and seen them fall away bit by bit.
I have watched their love fade
in the way that the freshness of morning
dribbles to death in the hard dry heat of noon.
I have watched dreams of friendship and sharing die
in the emptiness of two separate souls
both designed to procreate
but one wanting to spread the seed to many vessels
the other to make a warm safe home.
Even though both obey a primal call
The male drive to spread excitement and exploration
must mix with romantic care and dreams.
Then this thing that women give is sacrificed
to the hot cauldron of man driven by sex and pride
And in our age we all look back
and see this thing and watch the dieing of the hope
in the brightness of the youth
and watch it move into the brittle
truce of aged man and woman.