This Dirty Old Man Wrote a Poem

This dirty old man wrote a poem. It was an ode to lovers. He sang a song that glorified adulterers. And when his rhyme was done there was a thunderous applause from everyone. People seemed to get what he was talkin' 'bout Since many in that room had tip toed out with someone who did not belong to the ring on their finger. The poem was a dead ringer for sin and much to my chagrin I realized that the majority in the room Would never know the truth that I held within. The truth that can only come from being with one. One perfect man and experiencing perfection. Knowing that you are the only one that knows his secret and he is the only one that knows yours. Knowing that since with him you have already won the race It wouldn't matter if you never played the game again any more...any place Knowing that you have a reason to do it all again Knowing that your memory of that moment is enough to make sure you always live. And feel alive And that even if you died tonight Your heart and soul would live forever and thrive in that glorious moment in time. Yes this dirty old man wrote a poem Talking about all his experience that he experienced when he was growing old. And I i just shook my head because it only took me once to remain forever young.