Sour Grapes

Is someone ever too old to smell the rose or heartened by the winsome smile of a lass? Could a faint heart ever dare to profess its fondness for one sprightly damsel of a kind? Can a thoroughbred horse put out to pasture gets back on the racetrack Or an arid farmland revives moistened by the morning dew? My time-ravaged body maybe feeble and frail But the spirit is yet willing and strong, All it needs is a tease, a nudge and a wink to rekindle the fire, like the phoenix rising from the ashes. ~Age doesn't...contest by J L Rodeheaver