Its Hell To Get Old
When I was young older ladies thought me charming
Sweet and cute and totally disarming
But now that I've grown closer to their age
They seem no longer anxious to engage
In amorous and peccadillish roles
They only want to feed me casseroles.
Copyright © Herbert Stewart | Year Posted 2014
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