Old and Holding Aces

Old And Holding Aces I am old, youth lost does so deeply hurt no more whiskey drinking brawls, now slow and tired, feeling older than dirt I no longer chase the pretty gals at all. I am old, bad knees and snow on my head no more , wild nights out dancing, watch late news, now fall asleep instead gone forever are my days out prancing. I am old, can see the doorway awaiting slow stepping my way over there, Love-life over, no more sweet mating I now can only sadly look and stare. I am old, just damn glad to have now made it! Do I now, hold onto last two aces or do I trade it? Robert J. Lindley. 08-21-2015 Note- Sonnet mixture of truth , humor and a sad realty! Poetic leeway employed in the line about - "Love-life over, no more sweet mating" As trust me, thankfully that is not problem at all.