' ... For the Old Men ... ' (Or It Ain'T Over Yet)

He Thought, ‘Cause He Was Old And the Other Guy, was Just ‘Sprung’ That He didn’t have a Chance To Hold His Own, Against The ‘Young-Un’ … And In Spite of His Many Years … Worn-Well, Like Battle-Scars The Boy, Wet, Behind The Ears Challenged Him For Love, Thru War … … The Rival, Dressed In Handsome-Glory And showed His Young-Man’s Strength And Polished Up, His Manners, Solely … To Flatter, The Lady at Length … So … The Old Man … Stopped His Visits To The Woman of His Dreams His Last Chance … and He’d Missed It … Due To Failing Eyesight and Self-Esteem But, the Object of Their Desire A Woman, Fully-Grown One of Beauty and Hidden Fire Already Chose, What Her Heart – Known So, She Went to See The Old Man Her Senior, by Twenty-Years And She Took Him, By the Hands And This: Is What He Hears: “ … Hon, I’m Just Like Fine-Wine Aged and Mellow, Taste Real Good I Flow in a Smooth-Line … and I Thought You Understood … I Already Been In The Barrel I Already Reached My Peak My Vintage, Ain’t Just Alcohol You Know, I’m Warm and Sweet … and I Need A Man To Hold Me Like A Decanter, Strong and Bright … Crystal-Clear, Around Me And Sparkling-Eyes, in the Light I Need Him, Cut-To-Perfection With Many Facets, At Each Turn And Fluted with Affection So, When He Pours … He Still Yearns Now, An Old Decanter, Like This Takes Time, and Design To Make It Doesn’t Spill A Kiss Or Fall-Down, Shatter and Break … Its Been Tested, for Its Value Adds Worth, to Any Room I Give It, Its Due … It’s a Genuine Heirloom ! Now, These Words, Go-Down Pretty You May Think, ‘Don’t Mean A Thing’ But, I Need A Dose of Maturity More Jump, Than Grape-Juice Brings …” - - - - - - The Woman, Said Her Sincere Words Then She Kissed His Weathered Cheek And Wondered If He’d Heard When He Still, Didn’t Speak … … Then He Gently Grabbed Her Close As It Finally, Soaked In … … ‘It’s Me, She Chose ! …’ … The Old-Man, Gave A Boyish-Grin ! And He Held Her, Like A Decanter Holds The Finest, Best Wine … Caressed and Prized and Hugged Her And Softly Whispered … “Mine !” As She Swirled Perfumed Nectar And Shy Drops Upon His Lips An Intoxicating Sampler … … The Old Man, Took A Sip … Next Time, When He Saw His Rival He Knew, He’d Have Some Fun As He Waited For His Arrival … To Tell Him, ‘You’re Not Cut-Out For This One, Son …