I check my feet.
The skin underneath
Has begun to crease
And my toes
Are sometimes stiff.
I am growing old.
I can not deny
My middle age.
But when girl’s feet
Pass me by
I know only dust
Will defeat my lust.
I check my feet.
The skin underneath
Has begun to crease
And my toes
Are sometimes stiff.
I am growing old.
I can not deny
My middle age.
But when girl’s feet
Pass me by
I know only dust
Will defeat my lust.
Aging comes to us all; a lot quicker than we’d like too.
Indeed it does, Robbie. Thanks for commenting.
A great reminder, Kevin! Thanks for sharing, and enjoy a beautiful Sunday! xx Michael
Apologies again for having only just seen your comment, Michael. Although it was left several Sundays ago, ironically I spotted your comment and responded to it on a Sunday also! I’m glad you like my poem.