Reverie from an older point of view.
He looked in the mirror and it told him the truth–
He was definitely getting a bit long in the tooth.
Somewhere, somehow he had run out of youth.
He fixed a martini and held the vermouth.
image via wikipedia
What happened to time that he had so much of?
What became of the women he wanted to love?
He looks out the window at stars up above
And remembers the call of the sad mourning dove.
image via wikipedia
Maybe the mirror needs adjusting a bit.
Perhaps he could just simply calibrate it
To make it reflect the image of a handsomely fit
Young man in his prime, not this old piece of twit.
image via wikipedia
He knows what he needs to make him dance on air–
A young brown eyed maiden with raven black hair.
She’d bring back his vigor–make him debonair.
Dream on, old man, in your Easy-Lift chair.
awww so sweet.
so clever.
I admire your well penned words Ken.
I wish your dreams and desires are fulfilled in every way possible for you.
Merry Xmas Ken. 
Very inspiring, what a great poem.
Aww, this was such a sweet poem Ken. I think I saw a new side of you 
Welcome to Authspot, the spot for creative writing.
Read some stories and poems, and be sure to subscribe to our feed!
