An Old Man(0f 37 Years)trying To Fit Into His Jock-E-Shorts

Each day that I get up and greet the new dawn Posing at the mirror,first..to see what changes have been going on My eyes cannot look at what lies before me 55'waist on a 5ft 7 frame These hands reach into the old treasure chest in the closet I open it up and there before me is A Superman comic(circa 1986-A CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTH crossover) 12 vhs tapes of STAR TREK,the original series(courtesy of Paramount Pictures) An E.T.The ExtraTerrestial costume that mom made for me and of course,the most treasured possession of all: A FRUIT-OF-THE-LOOM jockey short that I wore throughout Freshman and Sophomore year in High School The DIRTY jokes that my Classmen used to tell Old and disgusting chewing gum sticking to the toilet bowl with this note: BERNIE&CHRISTINE,SITTING UP ON THAT TREE..K.I.S.S.I.N.G. I hold up that smelly jockey garment from long ago to my expanding waist Now I do know WHEN and WHERE the years did go too much partying with the cubicle nerds PAPA GINO'S and A&W root beer just lying around for some aging X'er to take a bite and a gulp Every night before I trot off to sleep,the hemorrhoids keep acting up disturbing the many custard pie remnants that exhale from the behind Mother told me that too much of that would be Dangerous,sickening,and unkind I can't help it if I do not want to let go of my young appetite,as yet Creatures from the old yearbook,Ravishingly young and wile It brings forth a pleasant memory and before I am off to dreamland This face offers up,one more juvenile smile,from yesteryear GOOD NIGHT